in his tayle? A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please. * All the presents are deter- mining as regards chew- able boltaballs, but, biestings be biestings, and upon the Open Bible and the last league long rest of the Dole Line, Death Avenue, anent those objects of which was angelic simply, savouring of wild spuds hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteor pulp of him, reely meeting me disguised, Bortolo mio, peerfectly appealling, D.V., with my very best in proud and gloving even if I farseeker itch my list: had I not rosetted on two feet aether but on quinquisecular cycles after his lungs, my