Friday.—­Last night, when I tried to count the beats, I could not find it....  It must have stopped....  Anton Gregorovitch says it is the end....  This is my last entry....

Saturday.—­My face is very blue.  It is like a forget-me-not ... it is like a volume of Hansard....

I shall go to see the doctor as I promised ... he can do nothing, but it will interest him to see how much bigger the heart has grown in the last few days....

No more....

Sunday.—­The doctor said it was much better....  It is undilated again....  After all I am not going to die.  But the reaction to work is still bad.  This evening I make it sixty to the minute....

Monday.—­This morning’s count was seventy-two.  It is terrible....

A.P.H.

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[Illustration:  Sympathetic Old Lady. “AND WHEN YOU WENT DOWN FOR THE THIRD TIME THE WHOLE OF YOUR PAST LIFE OF COURSE FLASHED BEFORE YOUR EYES?”

Longshore Billy. “I EXPECT IT DID, MUM, BUT I ’AD ’EM SHUT AT THE TIME, SO I MISSED IT.”]

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[Illustration:  Mollie. “AUNTIE, DON’T CATS GO TO HEAVEN?”

Auntie. “NO, MY DEAR.  DIDN’T YOU HEAR THE VICAR SAY AT THE CHILDREN’S SERVICE THAT ANIMALS HADN’T SOULS AND THEREFORE COULD NOT GO TO HEAVEN?”

Mollie. “WHERE DO THEY GET THE STRINGS FOR THE HARPS, THEN?”]

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FLOWERS’ NAMES.

SHEPHERD’S PURSE.

There was a silly shepherd lived out at Taunton Dene
(Hey-nonny-nonny-no for Taunton in the summer!)
And oh, but he was bitter cold! and oh, but he was mean! 
The maidens vowed a bitterer had never yet been seen
At Taunton in the summer.

He lived to gather in the gold—­he loved to hear it chink
(Hey-nonny-nonny-no for Taunton in the summer!),
And he could only dream of gold—­of gold could only think;
And all the fairies watched him, and they watched him with a wink
At Taunton in the summer.

At last one summer noonday, when the sky was blue and deep
(Hey-nonny-nonny-no for Taunton in the summer!),
They made him heavy-headed as he watched beside his sheep
And all the little Taunton elves came stealing out to peep
At Taunton in the summer.

They opened wide his wallet and they stole the coins away
(Hey-nonny-nonny-no for Taunton in the summer!),
They took the round gold pieces and they used them for their play,
They rolled and chased and tumbled them and lost them in the hay
At Taunton in the summer.

And when they’d finished playing they used all their magic powers
(Hey-nonny-nonny-no for Taunton in the summer!);
The silly shepherd woke and wept, he sought his gold for hours,
And all he found was drifts and drifts of tiny greenish flowers
At Taunton in the summer.