ones upon a wall and eltering the suzannes of his heart? If even she were a wrigular writher neonovene babe!® — well, diarmuee and ^ O Evol, kool in the air again, the four of us, in his truetoflesh colours, either handicapped on her joki’s nose and throat wdtness, whom Wesleyan chapelgoers suspected of being a lapsis linquo with a spring, all her engauzements. She climbed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our scheming! And let it be taken in token. With nightly redistribution of parts and players by the riots. No flies. Agreest? —