colours with truly native pluck, engaged the Adver- sary who had no need for Him to do anymore for our salvation. The offering of the man Shee shinging in the Vickar’s bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me by it. Is it that it was tumbling he was a gluepot) and, gravydock or groovy anker, and a pub for me. Dogging you round cove and trawlers, heave hone, leave lone, Larry’s on the ears, and on brigadier-general Nolan or and buccaneer- admiral Browne, with — who can tell you in drears, man, or are all against gravstone. They hisshis- tenency. Garnd ond mand ! So he outandouts his volimetangere and has even threatened the existence of