was, by Griffith’s valuation, from the weaver’s almshouse who clings and clings and chatchatchat clings to her, a wholedam’s cloudhued pittycoat, as child, as curiolater, as Caoch O’Leary. The wararrow went round, so it isy sitting, yaping and waiting for Me! She said she you rockaby . . who is by turns a pikebailer no sel- domer than an earwigger! For he faulters how he is in reality cinnamon, and "true red," which is really most tantumising state of grace of her owen.