Taighernaæ

Taigherm,

Marsden and Thompson
corpse in the *alkans for magic,

Or some odd soldier dead in an attic in full uniform.
Or "aurice Hewlett's tale of the assizes.

ahhhh......

Playing at cinque cento, or with his hands half hid
in his cat-back, reach for a dagger or a poison fiol,
Thinking of Brazenhead before the Duke of Milan
"What is your business" said the Duke,

"Deat, sire"

xsays the scoundrel shewing a warrant

for his own arrest for chicken stealing in the Co. of Warwic
With royal seald that had befooled the doorkeepers.

For handling fate ?

There was an office boy
His father died when he'd been three months at college,

Fit for leisure, deep in Rabelais,
worked in commercial business, money business only,
runner for stock exchange,

we have him in Cuba, bought up all the cenatvos,
save some locked up by Nicholas Astano,

slept with two niggers chained to him for safety,
got typhoid, saved his firm 7000 in some few weeks,
and had 3¢ per week when I last saw him.