you, Columbia. You may not take it as a compliment. You may even smell a tiny bit of Schwarzwald sap in it, and be finally disgusted. I admit that trees ought to think twice before they flourish in such a disgraced place as the Fatherland. “Chi va coi zoppi, all’ anno zoppica.” But you’ve not only to gather ye rosebuds while ye may, but where ye may. And so, as I said before, the Black Forest, etc.

I know, Columbia, dear Libertas, you’ll take my posy and put your carrot aside for a minute, and smile, and say: “I’m sure, Mr. Lawrence, it is a long time since I had such a perfectly beautiful bunch of ideas brought me.” And I shall blush and look sheepish and say: “So glad you think so. I believe you’ll find they’ll keep fresh quite a long time, if you put them