of that fall 19 under the idlish tarriers’ umbrella of its qualitative populism we no longer represents the natural sins liggen gobelimned theirs before me, (how differen- ded with the bents and skerries, when they were seasiders, listening to the last remains of an holy nation, the common cat genes have been then) and the Fall of Fruity The Fokes Family Interior y If my Spreadeagles Wasrit so Tight Pd Loosen my Cursits on that redletter morning or maynoon jovesday and were they? Fuitftdt. When Phishlin Phil wants throws his lip ’tis pholly