Mary Hanne. "Lor', it's jus' as if we wos the Queen!"
AIRS RESUMPTIVE.
I.—The Garden of Sloth.
T the Court of the Earl, by the meeting of ways,
Man planted a garden, a garden that pays;
In the thick of the crowd, where they tread on your corn,
It is there that a singular plant has been born.
Hot days of desire and cool nights of disgust,