Later, May, even more dread,

One must predicate the Vagabond an ass.

So forgive our well aimed shot;

He is up with Lieber Gott,

Sending vagrants round to Harping 64.

He has swiped the Golden rule,

For the furthering of his drool,

And sane Horace has discovered a new boor.

But at least we now are free,

Reading outlines in our glee,

Education will be our's by May the first.

Then you'll see us going round,

Quite funereal, capped and gowned,

And you'll be so very proud of us you'll burst. X. Crescents.

Which does not show that the undersigned has read "The King's Henchman" with due reverence or he'd have included the lapidary line, "I could do mousily by a crumb of cheese." There are already two schools former and formidable in re the quoted line. One cannot but believe that Miss Millay intended "mousily" to express classic restraint. The other answers that on the contrary "mousily" show a fervid romanticism, for was not "mousily" used by Ooblinskingdorften in his Critique des Souris in which he quaintly puts it. "I under the cheeses will but now be most droneen, yes."

Nor does it show a careful reading of Mr. Lewis' Dunciad Ecclesiastics wherein divers divines do receive a sound verbal lashing as they do well deserve. For one could even cherish a Vagabond after reading of the vices and dirty dealing of the apostolic horde. Also it might be mentioned that a local divine, after reading the first chapter did say, A dull book." He then turned to "Anthony Comstock" and swooned. Perhaps he is the gentle sould whose word is taking the latest output of the Viennese author of "Beatrice" from the shelves of greater and lesser Boston.