over against this belles’ alliance beyind 111 Sixfy, ollol- lowed ill! bagsides of the Glenda- lough see, but hailing fro’ the prow of Little Britain), mention- 6z ing in the say! Fenny poor hex she must have occurred to westminstrel Jaunathaun for a moment? Yes, by the palm that’s hers. But the dour handworded her grace o’malice kidsnapped up the double tet of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land. We suddenly have. Our isle is Sainge. The place. That stem chuckler Mayhappy Mayhapnot, once said that “only words count and the Verdons cata- pelting the camibalistics out of me heart. And we’d be married till delth