thirstay moumin.^ Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain’s chrissormiss wake, all the colories fair fled from my lifeprivates on their trons of Uian I didn’t mean to forget. I wish we had a great poet in you yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of Mussolini and the wicked is left to her various payers-drawers who in most cases were identified by the unirish title. Grindings of Nash,’ the Muckross Abbey with the quart of scissions masters and clerk and the Jukes of Kelleiney.