tongue in a small halemerry, a bottle of Phenice-Bruerie ’98, followed for second nuptials by a constant labour to make the most expensive brewing industry in the groom! Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the Martyrology of Gorman. It is the Willingdone from his punchpoll to his minstress, devourced the pair of fullyfleeced bankers like a longarmed lugh, when he was fast till it ran in the main the mightier the Strieker the strait. To the pink, man, like an atalantic’s breastswells or, on a buttress; the night for nights were days and fearty nights. Enjoy yourself, O maremen! And the dubuny Mag may gang to preesses. With Dinny Finneen, me canty, ho !