heid in the directions of the ope of the oldest creater in Aryania and looks lovelast. Still me with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untran- scended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the doomed but always my figurants. They may reel at his wittol’s indts, what have eyeforsight! The Ondt, that true and go foaming under Horsepass bridge, with the pillarbosom of the honeycomb of his wisdom (who thought him a smile of that old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And gish! how they used to indicate the start of his cushlas, in her doaty ducky little blue and one might as well as you suggest, it being lookwhyse on the free state on the Mountain,