It was the fifth, and Angel chanted in that flute-like treble of his, that made passersby turn and smile at him: "Remember, remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot " Then The Seraph added his little pipe: "I see no weason why gunpowder tweason Should ever be forgot." Then we shouted it all together. Our neighbour, Mr.

"They say he weceives evewyone, thank God!... It's awful with those sausage eaters! Ermolov had weason to ask to be pwomoted to be a German! Now p'waps Wussians will get a look in. As it was, devil only knows what was happening. We kept wetweating and wetweating. Did you take part in the campaign?" he asked.