In the strength of the hills and the heather,
With the salt of the sea in their blood,
They sweep from the trenches together
With the force of an onrushing flood;
Like the billows that beat upon Moidart
When gales from the Hobrides blow,
Like a storm on the mountains of Knoidart
They burst on the foe.
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[Illustration: _Hairdresser_ (_with a view to business--to customer,
who is getting rapidly bald_). "There are plenty of hairdressers, you
know, Sir, who profess to make a wig; but, when you've got it on, it
looks nothing like a wig at all, Sir."]
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A film-drama:--
"It is the story of the poor orphan daughter of a South
American aristocrat. She has become enamoured of a tradesman's
son, but misapprehension having arisen, she becomes engaged
to a man who apparently is well endowed with this world's
foods."--_Leicester Daily Mercury._
In these times, who can wonder at her choice?
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From an article on the Royal Lineage:--
"After the extinction of the Billing Family.
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