_And_... (Oh! Patron saints and Angels That protect the four evangels! And you Prophets vel majores Vel incerti, vel minores, Virgines ac confessores Chief of whose peculiar glories Est in Aula Regis stare Atque orare et exorare Et clamare et conclamare Clamantes cum clamoribus Pro nobis peccatoribus.) _Let me not conceal it... Rode I. _ (For who but critics could complain Of 'riding' in a railway train?) _Across the valleys and the high-land, With all the world on either hand. Drinking when I had a mind to, Singing when I felt inclined to; Nor ever turned my face to home Till I had slaked my heart at Rome._ THE END AGAIN LECTOR. But this is dogg-- AUCTOR. Not a word! FINIS