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# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/Sir Dagonet's Quest

​Sir Dagonet's Quest
By F. B. Money-Coutts
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King Mark came riding, in great despite,
Seeking Sir Tristram to slay,
And chanced on a merry and courteous knight,
But knew him not for that jesting wight
Sir Dinadan, brave and gay.
ii
As saddle to saddle they paced along,
Hoving afar they saw
Horses and knights in a gallant throng
Under the forest shaw.
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Said Dinadan, "Lo! by yon cloth of gold
Launcelot rides this way!"
And Mark, like a man that shakes with cold,
Said, "Launcelot here? Then I cannot hold
Longer with you to-day!"
iv
When Dinadan spied he might scarce abide
For terror, he cried, "I see
Sir Launcelot's shield! On a silver field
Three lions and lilies three!"
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But he said it to shape a jest and jape,
That cowardly King to school;
For lions and lilies emblazoned thrice
He wist full well were the new device
Of Dagonet, Arthur s fool.
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Now Mark had turned him about, to slip
Back, like a snake, for fear;
But Dinadan rode to his fellowship,
Who made of him passing cheer.
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He told them his craft and all agreed;
So Dagonet, armed to fight,
Adventured his spear and spurred at speed,
Crying, "Ho! ye caitiff of Cornish breed!
Keep ye, ye craven knight!"
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Now out, now in, through thick and through thin,
Mark fled from that shield aghast;
Through thick and through thin, with dindle and din,
Sir Dagonet followed fast!
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Then the knights chased after, with Ho! and Yield!
And he ran like a rated hound;
And the cry rose high and the laughter pealed,
Till wood and water and forest and field
Rang with the noise and sound!
# The Yellow Book/Volume 13/Oasis

​Oasis
By Rosamund Marriott Watson
Far spreads the desert before and the waste behind us,
Grey and a-dust — but here the forest is green,
Here nor the irons of Eld nor of winter bind us,
Neither the grief of the known nor the unforeseen.
Faintly the south wind stirs, with the woods awaking,
Softly the kind sun shines, like a golden flower.
Wake, O my heart, and remember. . . .the buds are breaking.
Rest, O my heart, and forget. . . .'tis the magic hour!
Joy comes once more; once more through the wet leaves swinging
Vistas of silver and blue in the birch-woods gleam;
In the dusk of the cold spring dawn with a blackbird singing — Singing the Song of Songs by the Gates of Dream.
# The Whitney Memorial Meeting

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The Whitney Memorial Meeting.
A REPORT
OF THAT SESSION OF
THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS OF PHILOLOGISTS,
WHICH WAS DEVOTED TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE PROFESSOR
WILLIAM DWIGHT WHITNEY,
Of Yale University;
Held at Philadelphia, Dec. 28, 1894.
EDITED FOR THE JOINT COMMITTEES OF PUBLICATION,
By CHARLES R. LANMAN.
BOSTON:
PUBLISHED FOR THE CONGRESS.
GINN AND COMPANY.
1897.
Committee of Publication of the American Oriental Society:
C. R. Lanman, Corresponding Secretary.
M. Bloomfield.
I. H. Hall.
Paul Haupt.
E. W. Hopkins.
G. F. Moore.
Committee of Publication for the American Philological Association:
Herbert Weir Smyth, Secretary.
B. L. Gildersleeve.
John H. Wright.
Committee of Publication for the Modern Language Association of America:
James W. Bright, Secretary.
A. M. Elliott.
Henry A. Todd.
CONTENTS.
| Portrait of Professor Whitney | Frontispiece |
| | PAGE |
| Prefatory Sketch of the History and Character of the First American Congress of Philologists and of the Whitney Memorial Meeting | 1 |
| The Reading from the Letters of Foreign Scholars concerning Professor Whitney (See Appendix I.) | 6 |
| Memorial Address, by Professor Lanman | 7 |
| Whitney's Influence on the Study of Modern Languages and on Lexicography, by Professor March | 29 |
| Whitney's Influence on Classical Philologists, by Professor Perrin | 37 |
| Whitney's Personality, by Professor Manatt | 43 |
| Address, by Dr. William Hayes Ward | 47 |
| Concluding Address, by President Gilman | 57 |
| Appendix I.: Original Text of the Letters from Foreign Scholars concerning Professor Whitney | 67 |
| 1. Ascoli, of Milan; 2. Barth, of Paris; 3. von Boehtlingk, of Leipsic; 4. von Bradke, of Giessen; 5. Bréal, of Paris; 6. Brugmann, of Leipsic; 7. Buehler, of Vienna; 8. Cowell, of Cambridge; 9. Delbrueck, of Jena; 10. Garbe, of Königsberg; 11. Henry, of Paris; 12. Hillebrandt, of Breslau; 13. Jolly, of Würzburg; 14. Kern, of Leiden; 15, Leskien, of Leipsic; 16. Ludwig, of Prague; 17. Friedrich Müller, of Vienna; 18. Oldenberg, of Kiel; 19. Pischel, of Halle; 20. Rost, of London; 21. von Roth, of Tübingen; 22. Senart, of Paris; 23. Windisch, of Leipsic. |
| Appendix II.: Detailed Program of the Exercises of the Joint and of the Special Sessions of the First American Congress of Philologists | 107 |
| Appendix III.: Chronological Bibliography of the Writings of Professor William Dwight Whitney | 121 |
| Appendix IV.: List of some Biographical, Necrological, and other Publications concerning Professor Whitney | 151 |
| Appendix V.: Titles of several Books concerning the Family and Kindred of Professor Whitney | 155 |
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# The Whitman Controversy/6. W. C. McKay

Portland, Oregon, Feb. 21, 1885.
Pendleton, Oregon, January 30, 1885.
Briefly stated, the facts are as follows:—
In 1838 my father decided to send me to Scotland to be educated, the intention being for me to cioss the continent by the Manitoba route in company with the regular Montreal Express. My ​father was then in charge of Fort Hall for the Company. We started up the Columbia ahead of the express for the purpose of visiting Dr. Whitman at the Waiilatpu Mission, as the Doctor and my father were very warm friends. Here we were to separate, I to return to Fort Walla Walla (now Wallula) to join the express, and father to continue across the Blue Mountains to Fort Hall. When Dr. Whitman learned what the plans were for my future, he protested, and urgently urged father to send me to the United States and "make an American "of me. He said this country would certainly belong to the United States in a few years, and I would succeed better here if I was educated in the States and be come an American in thought and feeling. It was upon this urgent solicitation that father decided to send me to New York instead of Scotland, and place me in the same academy, at Fairfield, in which the Doctor himself had been educated. The Doctor even provided funds for my use there by giving me a draft on the Missionary Board which he represented, and taking from my father an equivalent in property needed at the mission. Consequently I accompanied my father to Fort Hall, and from there reached the States under the protection of trapping parties. In due time I reached Fairfield and was enrolled as a student. While there the school was removed to Geneva, N. Y., for the purpose of securing a State appropriation, and nearly all the students accompanied it. I, however, being much attached to a preceptor who had gone to Willoughby, Ohio, followed him, and remained there until my return to Oregon. I was at Willoughby in the spring of 1843, where, about the last of April or first of May, I received a letter from Dr. Whitman, dated at Washington, D. C, which was the first intimation I had received of his presence in the East. The letter was written some three or four weeks prior to the date upon which it reached me, since the Doctor was unaware of my change of residence. He had addressed it to Fairfield, from there it had been forwarded to Geneva, and again from that place to Willoughby The substance of the letter was that he had come back upon urgent business; that he would come to see me if he could find time to do so, but that he had agreed to join the emigrants at Independence early in May, and must visit New York and Boston before doing so; that the mission was progressing finely, and a large number of emigrants were going that year. Later the same year I left school and returned home with the Montreal Express.
Yours, truly,
W. C. McKAY.
# The Whitman Controversy

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THE
WHITMAN CONTROVERSY.
ARTICLES BY
ED. C. ROSS, REV. M. EELS AND W. H. GRAY.
IN REPLY TO
MRS. F. F. VICTOR AND ELWOOD EVANS,
Whose Contributions appeared in the Oregonian of November 7th and December 26th, 1884, respectively.
PORTLAND, OREGON:
GEO. H. HIMES, BOOK AND JOB PRINTER.
1885.
NOTE.
The attention of those who read this pamphlet is called to the fact that neither Mr. Ross nor Mr. Eells knew that the other had made an answer to Mrs. Victor's effusion against Dr. Whitman and the mission.
The Hon. Elwood Evans has placed himself in an unfortunate position. The facts stated, and the quotations made, will aid the reader to a correct conclusion concerning the subject at issue.
    1. Ed. C. Ross
    2. Rev. M. Eells
    3. W. H. Gray
    4. Rev. M. Eells
    5. Ed. C. Ross
    6. W. C. McKay
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Wedding

THE WEDDING.
A feast was in a village spread,— It was a wedding-day they said. The parlour of the inn I found, And saw the couples whirling round, Each lass attended by her lad, And all seemed loving, blithe, and glad; But on my asking for the bride, A fellow with a stare replied: "'Tis not the place that point to raise! We're only dancing in her honour; We now have danced three nights and days, And not bestowed one thought upon her."
Whoe'er in life employs his eyes Such cases oft will recognise.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Three Palinodias

THREE PALINODIAS.
I.
"Incense is but a tribute for the gods,— To mortals 'tis but poison."
The smoke that from thine altar blows, Can it the gods offend? For I observe thou hold'st thy nose— Pray what does this portend?
​Mankind deem incense to excel Each other earthly thing, So he that cannot bear its smell, No incense e'er should bring.
With unmoved face by thee at least To dolls is homage given; If not obstructed by the priest, The scent mounts up to heaven.
II.
CONFLICT OF WIT AND BEAUTY.
Sir Wit, who is so much esteemed, And who is worthy of all honour, Saw Beauty his superior deemed By folks who loved to gaze upon her; At this he was most sorely vexed. Then came Sir Breath (long known as fit To represent the cause of wit), Beginning, rudely, I admit, To treat the lady with a text. To this she hearkened not at all, But hastened to his principal: "None are so wise, they say, as you,— Is not the world enough for two? If you are obstinate, good-bye! If wise, to love me you will try, For be assured the world can ne'er Give birth to a more handsome pair."
Ἄλλως
Fair daughters were by beauty reared, Wit had but dull sons for his lot; So for a season it appeared Beauty was constant, Wit was not.
​But Wit's a native of the soil, So he returned, worked, strove amain, And found—sweet guerdon for his toil!— Beauty to quicken him again.
III.
RAIN AND RAINBOW.
During a heavy storm it chanced That from his room a cockney glanced At the fierce tempest as it broke, While to his neighbour thus he spoke: "The thunder has our awe inspired, Our barns by lightning have been fired,— Our sins to punish, I suppose; But, in return, to soothe our woes, See how the rain in torrents fell, Making the harvest promise well! But is't a rainbow that I spy Extending o'er the dark-gray sky? With it I'm sure we may dispense, The coloured cheat! The vain pretence!" Dame Iris straightway thus replied: "Dost dare my beauty to deride? In realms of space God stationed me A type of better worlds to be To eyes that from life's sorrows rove In cheerful hope to Heaven above, And through the mists that hover here God and His precepts blest revere. Do thou, then, grovel like the swine, And to the ground thy snout confine But suffer the enlightened eye To feast upon my majesty."
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Wrangler

THE WRANGLER.
One day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon every shelf. He fancied they all were meant for himself; And so, while the patient owner stood by, The shining goods needs must handle and try, And valued,—for how should a fool better know?— The bad things high, and the good ones low, And all with an easy self-satisfied face; Then, having bought nothing, he left the place.
The tradesman now felt sorely vexed, So when the fellow went there next, ​A lock of steel made quite red hot. The other cried upon the spot: "Such wares as these, who'd ever buy? The steel is tarnished shamefully,"— Then pulled it, like a fool, about, But soon set up a piteous shout. "Pray what's the matter?" the shopman spoke; The other replied: "Faith, a very cool joke!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Threatening Signs

THREATENING SIGNS.
If Venus in the evening sky Is seen in radiant majesty, If rod-like comets, red as blood, Are 'mongst the constellations viewed, Out springs the Ignoramus, yelling: "The star's exactly o'er my dwelling! What woeful prospect, ah, for me!" Then calls his neighbour mournfully: "Behold that awful sign of evil, Portending woe to me, poor devil! My mother's asthma ne'er will leave her, My child is sick with wind and fever; I dread the illness of my wife, A week has passed, devoid of strife,— ​And other things have reached my ear; The Judgment Day has come, I fear!"
His neighbour answers: "Friend, you're right! Matters look very bad to-night. Let's go a street or two, though, hence, And gaze upon the stars from thence."— No change appears in either case. Let each remain then in his place, And wisely do the best he can, Patient as any other man.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/To Belinda

TO BELINDA.
[This song was also written for Lili. Goethe mentions, at the end of his Autobiography, that he overheard her singing it one evening after he had taken his last farewell of her.]
With resistless power why dost thou press me Into scenes so bright? Had I not—good youth—so much to bless me In the lonely night?
In my little chamber close I found me, In the moon's cold beams; And there quivering light fell softly round me, While I lay in dreams.
​And by hours of pure unmingled pleasure, All my dreams were blest, While I felt her image, as a treasure, Deep within my breast.
Is it I, she at the table places, 'Mid so many lights? Yes, to meet intolerable faces, She her slave invites.
Ah! the Spring's fresh fields no longer cheer me, Flowers no sweetness bring Angel, where thou art, all sweets are near me,— Love, Nature, and Spring.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Wreaths

THE WREATHS.
Our German Klopstock, if he had his will, Would bar us from the skirts of Pindus old; No more the classic laurel should be prized, But the rough leaflets of our native oak ​Alone should glisten in the poet's hair; Yet did himself, with spirit unreclaimed From first allegiance to those early gods, Lead up to Golgotha's most awful height With more than epic pomp the new Crusade, But let him range the bright angelic host On either hill—no matter. By his grave All gentle hearts should bow them down and weep For where a hero and a saint have died, Or where a poet sung prophetical, Dying as greatly as they greatly lived, To give memorial to all after-times, Of lofty worth and courage undismayed; There, in mute reverence, all devoutly kneel, In homage of the thorn and laurel wreath, That were at once their glory and their pang!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Yelpers

THE YELPERS.
Our rides in all directions bend. For business or for pleasure, Yet yelpings on our steps attend, And barkings without measure. The dog that in our stable dwells, After our heels is striding, And all the while his noisy yells But show that we are riding.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Youth and the Mill-Stream

THE YOUTH AND THE MILL-STREAM.
[This sweet ballad, and the one entitled "The Maid of the Mill's Repentance," were written on the occasion of a visit paid by Goethe to Switzerland. "The Maid of the Mill's Treachery," to which the latter forms the sequel, was not written till the following year.]
YOUTH.
Pretty brooklet, gaily glancing In the morning sun. Why so joyous in thy dancing? Whither dost thou run? What is't lures thee to the vale? Tell me, if thou hast a tale.
BROOK.
Youth! I was a brooklet lately, Wandering at my will; Then I might have moved sedately, Now, to yonder mill, Must I hurry, swift and strong, Therefore do I race along.
YOUTH.
Brooklet, happy in thy duty, Nathless thou art free; Kuowest not the power of beauty That enchaineth me! Looks the miller's comely daughter Ever kindly on thy water?
BROOK.
Early comes she every morning, From some blissful dream; And, so sweet in her adorning, Bends above my stream. Then her bosom, white as snow. Makes my chilly waters glow.
YOUTH.
If her beauty brings such gladness, Brooklet, unto thee, Marvel not if I to madness Should enflamèd be. Oh, that I could hope to move her! Once to see her is to love her.
BROOK.
Then careering—ah, so proudly! Rush I o'er the wheel, And the merry mill speaks loudly All the joy I feel. Show me but the miller's daughter, And more swiftly flows my water.
YOUTH.
Nay, but, brooklet, tell me truly, Feelest thou no pain, When she smiles, and bids thee duly Go, nor turn again? Hath that simple smile no cunning. Brook, to stay thee in thy running?
BROOK.
Hard it is to lose her shadow, Hard to pass away; Slowly, sadly, down the meadow, Uninspired I stray. Oh, if I might have my will, Back to her I'd hasten still!
YOUTH.
Brook! my love thou comprehendest; Fare thee well awhile; One day, when thou hither wendest, May'st thou see me smile. Go, and in thy gentlest fashion, Tell that maiden all my passion!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Wedding Night

THE WEDDING NIGHT.
Within the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The silence of the bridal bed. His torch's pale flame serves to gild The scene with mystic sacred glow, The room with incense-clouds is filled, That he may perfect rapture know.
How beats thy heart, when thou dost hear The chimes that warn thy guests to fly? How glow'st thou for those lips so dear, That soon are mute, and nought deny! With her into the holy place Thou hast'nest then to perfect all; The fire the warder's hands embrace, Grows, like a night-light, dim and small.
How heaves the bosom, and how burns Her face at every fervent kiss! Her coldness now to trembling turns, Thy daring now a duty is. Love helps thee to undress her fast, But thou art twice as fast as he; And then he shuts both eyes at last With sly and roguish modesty.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Wild Rose

THE WILD ROSE.
A boy espied, in morning light, A little rosebud blowing; 'Twas so delicate and bright, That he came to feast his sight, And wonder at its growing Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!
"I will gather thee,"—he cried,— "Rosebud brightly glowing!" "Then I'll sting thee," it replied, ​"And you'll quickly start aside With the prickle glowing." Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!
But he plucked it from the plain, The rosebud brightly blowing! It turned and stung him, but in vain He regarded not the pain, Homeward with it going, Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Farrell, Capt. John Arthur Joseph

​FARRELL, Capt. John Arthur Joseph, D.S.O. Educ.: Clongowes. Capt. 5th Batt. Leinster Regt. (S.R.); served in European War 1914-18: third son of late John E. J. Farrell, of Moynalty, Co. Meath; b. 1890; m. 1913, Joan Mary, dau. of Wm. B. Jameson, of Flatten Hall, Drogheda. Res.: Moynalty House, Kells, Co. Meath.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Farrell, Capt. Valentine Joseph

​FARRELL, Capt. Valentine Joseph, D.S.O. (1919), M.C. (1918). Capt. 5th Batt. Leinster Regt. (S.E.); served in European War 1914-19 (wounded); second son of late John E. J. Farrell, D.L., of Moynalty House, Co. Meath; b. 1888. Res.: Moynalty House, Kells, Co. Meath.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Farrell, Lieut.-Col. Edward Francis

​FARRELL, Lieut.-Col. Edward Francis, D.L., J.P., Co. Meath (High Sheriff, 1919); late Lieut.-Col. 5th Batt. P. W. Leinster Regt.; Fellow Surveyors' Institute; second son of late John Arthur Farrell, D.L., J.P., of Moynalty, Co. Meath, by Hon. Lucretia P. (d. 1916), dau. of 13th Viscount Gormanstown: b. 1863; m. 1918, Mary Douglas, 2nd dau. of J. Wiseman Keogh, H.B.M. Consul for Alpes Maritimes and Principality of Monaco, of Villa Barla, Nice, and Geevagh, Co. Sligo. Res.: Walterstown, Moynalty, Kells, Co. Meath. Kildare Street Club, Dublin; Royal St. George Yacht Club, Kingstown. Junior Constitutional Club, London.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Fagan, Sir John

​FAGAN, Sir John, Knt. (1910), F.R.C.S.I., late H.M.'s Inspector of Industrial and Reformatory Schools, Ireland; late member of the General Prisons Board, Ireland; Consulting Surgeon to the Belfast Royal Hospital, and to the Belfast Hospital for Sick Children; J.P., Co Antrim, and D.L., J.P., Queen's Co. Res.: Graig-a-verne, Ballybrittas, Queen's Co. Club: Ulster, Belfast.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Farnham, Baron

​FARNHAM, Baron (Irld., 1756), and a Baronet (1627), Arthur Kenlis Maxwell, 11th Baron, D.S.O. (1918); Major North Irish Horse; late Lieut., 10th Hussars; elected a Representative Peer for Ireland, 1908; Member of the Ulster Unionist Council; served in S. African War, 1901-02; European War, 1914-18, as Lieut.-Col. Comdg. a Batt. Royal Inniskilling Fus; son of Somerset Henry, 10th Baron, and Lady Florence Jane Taylour, dau. of 3rd Marquess of Headfort, K.P.; b 2nd Oct, 1879; s. his father, 22nd Nov., 1900; m. 8th Oct., 1903, Eileen, dau. of the late Charles Coote, of Bearforest, Mallow; issue living one son two daus. Res.: Farnham, Co. Cavan. Kildare Street Club, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Fagan, James Bernard

​FAGAN, James Bernard, Manager and Dramatic Author. Educ. at Clongowes, Trinity College, Dublin, and Oxford University; studied for the Bar; was engaged in the Indian Civil Service for some time; originally an actor in F. R. Benson's Company, making his first appearance in 1895; was engaged with Beerbohm Tree at Her Majesty's Theatre from1897-9, where he played in "Katherine and Petruchio," "A Man's Shadow," "Julius Caesar," "The Musketeers," "Carnac Sahib," etc.; retired from the stage in 1913, returned and toured as the Pvt. Hon. Denzil Trevena in his own play "The Earth"; produced "Damaged Goods" in March, 1917, at the St. Martin's; at the Ambassadors', Dec, 1917, produced "The Wonder Tales" of Hawthorne; April, 1918, "The Little Brother"; took over the management of the Court Theatre, Sept., 1918, reviving "Damaged Goods"; Oct., 1918, produced "Twelfth Night"; Mar., 1919, "The School for Scandal"; June, 1919, "The Lost Leader"; Oct., 1919, "The Merchant of Venice"; this was transferred to the Duke of York's, where in April, 1920, he revived "The Government Inspector," and in June, 1920, produced "Madame Sand"; at the Ambassadors', Sept., 1920, produced "The White Headed Boy"; at the Court, Dec, 1920, revived "A Midsummer Night's Dream"; Feb., 1921, "King Henry IV" (part II.); April, 1921, "Othello"; is the author of the following among other plays: "The Rebels," 1899: "The Prayer of the Sword," 1904; "Under Which King?" 1905; "Hawthorne, U.S.A." 1905; "Gloria," 1907; "The Earth," 1909; ​"A Merry Devil," 1900; "False Gods" ("La Foi"), 1909; "The Dressing Room," 1910; "Bella Donna," 1911; The Happy Island," 1913; "The Fourth of August," 1916; "Doctor O'Toole," 1917: son of Sir John Fagan, J.P., F.R.C.S.I., of Graig-a-verne, Ballybrittas, Queen's Co.; b. 10th May, 1873; m., 1st, Elizabeth Kirby (m. dis.); 2nd, Mary Grey. Res.: 213 King's Road, Chelsea, London, S.W.3.