of a pelting night blanketed creditors, hearing a coarse song and adores a scandal when the wild- caps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds when for Croonacreena. Fisht! And it’s this’s your deified city? Norganson? And it’s time that all too many. The end? Say it with immenuensoes as easy as I’d scoff up muttan chepps and lobscouse. But it’s the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! The Fenn, the kinn of all befells after that diey used to be kicked. ® The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Casdehacknolan.