| I had companions, I had friends, I had of whisky various blends. The whisky was all drunk; and lo! The friends were gone for evermo! |
The loquacious man at peace.*
| And when I marked the ingratitude, I to my maker turned, and spewed. |
Randolph Lovel Stevenson.
Here endeth the
Familiar Correspondence
of
R. L .S.**
Explicuerunt Epistolae