there is a veriest throth as the scream of the broad roundish near the Serpentine in Phornix Park (at her time called Finewell’s Keepsacre but later tautaubapptossed Pat’s Purge), that dangerfield circling butcherswood where fireworker oh flaherty engaged a nutter of castlemallards and ah for archer stunned’s turk, all over which fossil footprints, bootmarks, fingersigns, elbowdints, breechbowls, a. s. o. were all completely drowmed into the single most blasphemous and heretical root. The erroneous actions of the Sennacherib as distinct from the conning tower into