Chapter 30 No.30

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make man better be,

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,

To fall at last a log, dry, bald, and sear.

A lily of a day

Is fairer far, in May.

BEN JONSON.

"What has become of the Landholms?" said Mr. Haye's young wife, one evening in the end of December.

"Confound the Landholm