Pray for us sinners now and at the hour Of death!… And, even while thou prayest, I, Who should incessantly be praying also, I who am Cardinal and might be Pope, Sit with my blind eyes full of Pagan glory!— Sappho, Apollo and Antinous, And Orpheus parting from Eurydice! First falls the breath before the drop of rain. Before the rain shall follow, I have strength, Praise God, still to support myself among These marble temples, columns and museums, These deities of beauty and of time. Hail, Mary full of grace, the Lord is with Thee! The obelisk is here. It has not been Retaken. Pray for us now and at the hour Of death! And I shall enter at my door And seek the chimney-piece and stand before My young Antinous from Tivoli, With lotos in his hair and hands, who once Belonged to Hadrian. And I shall touch Again the garment of Eurydice,— And wonder—when that final mortal touch Summons Eurydice, summons my soul, And when she turns and enters and is dark— If Christ shall follow her and sing to her. LADY ANOPHELES E. DOUGLAS HUME I hold no brief for the mosquito. She has always treated me as a mere restaurant, and I have provided her with so many meals that I feel all obligations to be already on her side. Also, her extreme talkativeness is almost as objectionable as her voracious appetite. Any one who has been kept awake by her buzz-z-z, buzz-z-z, buzz-z-z, on a tropical night must have come to the conclusion that “good will to all men” can never be strained to include good will to all insects. Moreover, the fact that the lady of the species alone feasts upon blood seems a reflection on the female sex. Yet, so it is: her husband is a harmless vegetarian. All the same, when a sense of justice is strong, one does resent the misdemeanors of man being laid at the door of even the most exasperating insect. Certainly the sturdiest viewpoint of disease is to regard it as the outcome of inattention, personal or general, to one or other of nature’s observances. Instead, nowadays, parasitic organisms are blamed for most of the aches and pains of humanity, while their distributors are searched for in the realm of insects and animals. The mosquito has, perhaps, fallen a prey to her own weakness. Had she talked less, it is possible that she might have evaded her doubtful celebrity. As it is, she stands accused of being concerned with a no less formidable array of maladies than elephantiasis, yellow fever, dengue, and malaria. Let us here concern ourselves with the last-mentioned, and the hungry suspect, whose name has been coupled with the disease, her Ladyship Anopheles.