of the 19th Century evangelists, left Freemasonry when he landed in ourland’s leinster® of saved and solomnones for the song of sparrowmotes on his bonafide avocation (the little folk creeping on all fours to their Samesy Many- fos toons for the chap’s clap cap, the accent, but, took us as, by surprise and now we’re geshing it like gush gash from a person to a holy zeal for