Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed,
Prophet and priest, who scattered abroad both evil and blessing,
Huge wasteful empires founded and hallowed slow persecution,
Soul-withering, but crushed the blasphemous rites of the Pagan
And idolatrous Christians.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It features that I am just tuppeny over nancy in love with Miss Vivianne Pye. I estimate that you would be too, if you could only see her the oncet, and then share her exquisite company at length, as I have done, while we both labored, off and on, at the behest of the Great Detective, aiding him in one case or another as his wiles and needs demanded.
First off, Miss Vivianne Pye is, quite impressively, all of five and half feet in stature, uncommon tall for a girl of fifteen years of a
