He hath achieved a maid / That paragons description.

Punctually as we stand-to about 3 a.m. hark! and their thin sweet voice intensening with the growing light 'droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven upon the place beneath'.

The murengers have walled the pale, the gates are shut, but lo the thing's inside and can you guess his shape?

Let them lambast Miami, give the hundred-bestplaces-to-live-in awards to the Orlandos and the Duckburgs, let the walking oatmeal of the race go live in such places and leave Driscoll to his Doc Jameroskis and Ray Brisas and the guys off the street who'd take a dollar not to steal his hubcaps.