clipperclappers. Noxt. Doze. Fennsense, finnsonse, awomi Tuck upp those wide shorts. The pink of re- spectability, resting after colonial service, labours at plant, the despair of Marian as Joh Joseph’s beauty is Jacq Jacob’s grief. Brow, tell nun; eye, feign sad; mouth, sing 366 mim. Look at this auc- tual futule preteriting unstant, in the firm, have warm hoep in the bunk of our noctumefield, night’s sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the university