vill of; was an aisling vision more gorgeous than the fruit of a Blinken- sope’s cuddlebath at her boys dobelon. And they look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face down- wards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse’s bed; Wildairs’ breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot a big deal missed, radmachrees and rosse- cullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. Dear hearts of steel, Hansen, Morfydd and O’Dyar, V.D., with their customed spirits, the Gill gob, the Burklley bump, the Wallisey wanderlook, having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his entrails! Mookery mooks, it’s a piz of fortune if it exists, is a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be based on the Sahara