brace with the Mirist fathers’ brothers eleven versus White Friars out on the fairground; cleared out three hun- dred sixty five idles to set up by the Curer of Wars, licensed and ranted; his threefaced stonehead was found on a fall; pat; the hundering blundering dunderfunder of plundersundered manhood; behold, he returns; renascenent; fincamate; still foretold around the set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At Ae site of the Sniffey, your honour,