His title it was ‘Daddy’—
His wife was ‘Granny,’ she!
“He gave the Lord the glory,
A Christian life he led,—
Then got he through his garments
A bullet, and was dead!”
The wig clapped its curls applaudingly. It seemed delighted. Alas! the joy of such a wig does not last long. This, too, was soon to——But we will not anticipate.... We shall know only too soon.
“Wouter Pieterse—The Song of the Brigand.”
“Hey! What’s this? And Virtue—where is Virtue?”
