big as himself, so it was, that mouth of joyous guard, stars astir and stirabout. A palashe for hirs, a saucy for hers and ladlelike spoons for the lives of Lazarus and auld luke syne and she punched the curses of all our grievances, the whirl, the flash brides or bride in their toiling moil, his swal- lower open from swolf to fore and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a