Whether we did recover our lost treasure, or fail in the attempt, must, owing to the exigencies of space (so I am given to understand), form the subject of another and concluding contribution. The chase after our Old Boots was not without adventures of a distinctly exciting character.
MY PETTY JAYNE![*]
Air—"My Pretty Jane."
My Jayne, my Jayne, my Bishop Jayne,
O never, never more be sly,
You'll meet, you'll meet with no green even in
This correspondent's eye.
"Charge, Chester, charge." Do what you th-i-nk