'Mavis Argles and I are all in all to each other.

Mind you do this, Edith, for it is really my duty to give my name to Mavis, who, as I have said, is devoted to me heart and soul, and cannot live without me.

'P.S.Mind you don't forget to divorce me as soon as you can for Mavis's sake.

One day Vincy, alone on the beach with Edith, remarked that he wondered what had happened to Mavis.

And then I should be glad I hadn't married Mavis...

In fact, Bruce was his ideal of the most wearisome of liars and the most untruthful of bores; and here was poor Vincy dying to hear all about his old friend, Mavis (he never knew even whether she had mentioned his name), ready to revel, with his peculiar humour, in every detail of the strange romance, particularly to enjoy her sudden desertion of Bruce for an unmarried commercial traveller who had fallen in love with her on board.

"The sun shineth, look you, I sit upon my hams and sing for that this roasting venison smelleth sweet, while yonder i' the leaves be a mavis and a merle a-mocking of me, pretty rogues: for each and ever of which, Laus Deo, Amen!" "Why truly, God hath made a fair world, Giles, a good world to live in, and to live is to actyet here have I lain most basely sleeping" "Like any paunched friar, brother.

And then the voice of her, liquid and soft like the call of merle or mavis.

And lo, in that moment, one spake near by in voice rich and soft like the call of merle or mavis: "Beltane," said the voice, "Beltane the Smith!"

the voice was sweet to hear as note of merle or mavis; these eyes were long and deeply blue beneath their heavy lashes; eyes that looked up, brimful of tenderness, ere they closed slow and wearily; eyes so much at odds with grim bascinet and close-laced camail that Beltane must needs start and hold his breath and fall to sudden trembling what time Sir Fidelis lay there, pale and motionless, as one that is dead.

99-102): "Huius qui trahitur praetextam sumere mavis, An Fidenarum Gabiorumque esse potestas Et de mensura ius dicere, vasa minora Frangere, pannosus vacuis Aedilis Ulubris?" Cf.

rring flocks of partridges, of the sooty coot and the speckled teal, of the fisher herons, of the green-crested lapwing, of clamoring craiks among fields of flowering clover, of robins cheering the pensive autumn, of lintwhites chanting among the buds, of the mavis singing drowsy day to rest.

You know how full of melody is an English wood, when thrush, blackbird, mavis, linnet, and a thousand warblers flit from tree to tree.

Elige iter vitae, ut mavis: prudenua, lausque, Permeat omne forum; vita quieta domi est; Rus ornat natura; levat maris aspera lucrum, Verte solum, donat plena crumena decus; Pauperies latitat; cum conjuge, gaudia multa Tecta ineunt; coelebs impediere minus; Mulcet amor prolis, sopor est sine prole profundus; Praecellit juvenis vi, pietate senex.

Chaunt birds in everie bush, The blackbird and the Thrush, The chirping Nightingale, The Mavis and Wagtaile, The Linnet and the Larke, Oh how they begin, harke, harke.

We are walking on the banks of the Esk, toward a friendly dwelling in Lasswade,Mavis Bush they call the pretty place at the foot of the hill.

At Dewshill wood the mavis sings beside her birken nest, At Halystane the laverock springs upon his breezy quest; Wi' eydent e'e, aboon the craigs, the gled is high in air, Beneath brent Brinkburn's shadowed cliff the fox lies in his lair.

The song of the mavis should wake me at morn, And the grey breasted lintie reply from the thorn; While the clear brook should run in the sun's yellow beam,

But here, in the city's dull streets, I must live, Nae Jeannie her arms for my pillow to give; Nae mavis, nae lintie, to sing from the tree, Nae streamlet to murmur its music to me.

John O'Hara (A); 16Nov67; R422707. Joey and Mavis.

Costa Rican life, by John Biesanz & Mavis Biesanz.

BIESANZ, MAVIS.

John O'Hara (A); 16Nov67; R422707. Joey and Mavis.

" "And oh!" says he, "what leetle bird Is singing in yon high tree, So every shrill and long-drawn note Like bubbles breaks in me?" Says I, "It is the mavis That perches in the tree, And sings so shrill, and sings so sweet, When dawn comes up the sea.

repeated he, "And briar, and rose, and mavis, A-singing in yon high tree.