All wound with adders, who with their cloven tongues Do hiss me into madness—…

His forefathers had been, as a rule, professional men—physicians and lawyers; his grandfather died under the walls of Chapultepec Castle while twisting a tourniquet for a cursing dragoon; an uncle remained indefinitely at Malvern Hill;[…].

It started a few months ago when this megalogue finally prodded me into belated action.

The posament trade, both for home and export, was good during the whole year.