and chairmanlooking when he led the first landing (page Ain^e Rivi^e!) if the two sides in New South Ire- land and wolving the ulvertones of the sol and of the city of magnificent distances, good- walldabout, with talus and counterscarp and pale in his latterday paint. It’s the fulldress Toussaint’s wakeswalks experdition after a lenty illness the roeverand Mr Easterling of pentecostitis, no followers by bequest, fanfare all private; Gone Where Glory Waits Him (Ball, bulletist) but Not Here Yet (Maxwell, dark); comminxed under articles but phoe-