the dethe-owle loude dothe synge, To the nyghte-mares as heie goe: Mie love ys dedde, Gonne to hys deathe-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree.

You do not think you are working unless you are slaving and owling around all hours of the night, setting bones and pulling teeth, or ushering into this wicked world sundry squalling babies who never asked to come, and do not like it now they are here.

And thee to an Owle. Io.

A wood-cocke an Owle and an Ape. Mop.

Nares quotes from the Owles Almanacke, 1618, p. 6, an allusion to this worthy,'Since the German fencer cudgell'd most of our English fencers, now about 5 moneths past.'

"Where my high steeples whilom usde to stand, On which the lordly faulcon wont to towre, There now is but an heap of lyme and sand For the shriche-owle to build her balefull bowre: 130 And where the nightingale wont forth to powre Her restles plaints, to comfort wakefull lovers, There now haunt yelling mewes and whining plovers.

In stead of them, fowle goblins and shriek-owles With fearfull howling do all places fill, And feeble eccho now laments and howles, 285 The dreadfull accents of their outcries shrill.

They say the [Sidenote: good dild you,] Owle was a Bakers daughter.

[6017] The jealous swanne against his death that singeth, And eke the owle that of death bode bringeth.

The following bibliographical memoranda, in the well-known hand of Dr. Farmer, occur in a copy of the edition of Drayton's Poems published in 1619, in small folio, by John Smethwick, which contains "The Barons' Wars; England's Heroical Epistles; Idea; Odes; The Legends of Robert Duke of Normandie, Matilda, Pierce Gaveston, and Great Cromwell; The Owle; and Pastorals, containing Eglogues, with the Man in the Moone.

The title-page 'promises all the writings of that celebrated author,' but his Pastorals (p.433. &c., first published imperfectly in 4to. 1593) and many other of his most considerable compositions (Odes, the Owle, &c., see the Appendix), are not so much as spoken of.

Frenchies would 'ave been 'owling our 'Gawd Save.'

SEE THE OWLES ALMANACKE.

THE OWLES ALMANACKE.

SEE THE OWLES ALMANACKE.

THE OWLES ALMANACKE.

And now I have it leave me; y'are infectious, The plague and leprosie of your baseness spreading On all that doe come neere you; such as you Render the Throne of Majesty, the Court Suspected and contemptible, you are Scarabee's That batten in her dung, and have no pallats To taste her curious viands, and like Owles Can onely see her night deformities,

" The dog left off his 'owling, and went over and licked 'im just as the landlady and one or two more came to the door and called out to know wot they meant by it.

The dog 'owled a bit at fust, but he quieted down arter a bit.

And not a voice or sound, to ring her knell, But of that dismall paire, the scritching Owle, And buzzing Hornet!

the shreikes of lucklesse Owles, Wee heare!

THE NIGHT WARD From 'Hospital Sketches' Being fond of the night side of nature, I was soon promoted to the post of night nurse, with every facility for indulging in my favorite pastime of "owling."