Chapter 821 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

CXLIX.

If now and then there happened a slight slip, Little was heard of criminal or crime; The story scarcely passed a single lip-- The sack and sea had settled all in time, From which the secret nobody could rip: The public knew no more than does this rhyme; No scandals made the daily press a curse-- Morals were better, and the fish no worse.[fw]