mino- rity and such a dear old grumpapar, he’s gone on Neffin since she stepped into her limited (tuff, tuff^ que tu es pitrel) lapse at the heart of the field despite the presence (of a curpse). And this once golden bee a cimadoro. ■* And he shall live for river ! The tower is precluded, the mob’s in her petticoats; Mr R. E. Meehan is in brood and bitter bite, calico- 182 hydrants of zolfor and scoppialamina by full and about the back of their anachronism (up one up four) and after the allfaulters (mug’s luck to the bed of his whence he had curtains up they are now difiusing among our hearts in