SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Q 



Avon skylark, is the most soothing, sov- 

 ereign, and precious weed that ever our 

 dear old Mother Earth tendered to the 

 use of man ! Let him who would con- 

 tradict that most mild, but sincere and 

 enthusiastic assertion, look to his under- 

 taker. Sir Walter, your health." Then 

 everyone drained his mug's contents, and 

 Sir Walter was happy in the conscious- 

 ness of having given something to civil- 

 ized man second only to food. 



If the conversation of those master 

 minds that night could have been pre- 

 served, few books that we know would 

 equal in wisdom, wit, humor, and bril- 

 liancy, a volume made of it. But, alas ! 

 there was no Boswell there, with his note- 

 book, his prying eyes and eager ears, and 

 that night has passed into the great sea of 

 oblivion, like the snow that fell, the winds 

 that blew, the flowers that budded, blos- 

 somed, faded, withered, and died, three 

 thousand years ago or thirty. 



Something about Sir Walter Raleigh 



