FLITTINGS OF FANCY. MY VAGABOND DAYS. Falstaff. Gentlemen, have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? Shallow. Marry, have we, sir. Henry the Fourth. I LOST my parents when I was about twelve years old, and the care of my education devolved upon a maiden aunt, an individual belonging to a species which, generally speaking, may be divided into two classes-the cross, crabbed, feared, and detested; and the fond, indulgent, disobeyed, and dearly beloved. Unfortunately for me and many others, mine was of the latter class. In her youth, (I speak it with reverence), she had been a soft-hearted |