Faw! I can smel 'em at this very minit, as I am copying them down.
BILLY DOO.No.

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"Monday morning, 2 o'clock.
"'Tis the witching hour of night.

Luna illumines my chamber, and falls upon my sleepless pillow.

By her light I am inditing these words to thee, my Algernon.

My brave and beautiful, my soul's lord! when shall the time come when the tedious night shall not separate us, nor the blessed day?
Twelve! one! two! I have heard the bells chime, and the quarters, and never cease to think of my husband.