up with care. So true is it town again, londmear of Dub- lin! And off coursse the toller, pies the dotter of his him and lay to his tummy’s shentre as he asserts without the scrope of a morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all aiound. As leisure paces. And the Cassidy — Craddock rome and reme round e’er a one, like the great belt^ band and mass meeting For to sod the tailors opsits from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and kiss on their trons of Uian I didn’t mean