"Think!—I am sure of it."
"Do you believe it is there now?"
"Do I!—Certainly I do!"
Whereupon, all I have to say is—Hurrah for bubbles!
SONNET.—QUEEN OF SCOTS.
BY WM. ALEXANDER.
Within a castle's battlemented walls,
In crimsoned dungeon lay fair Scotia's queen:
Like drooping sorrow seemed she oft to lean