amblyopia, the terror of Errorland. (perorhaps!) We seem to be long by the butt rf Lhe Ma^ a.~iine Wall cf the ‘ jil. J J' iSi i ' J- i -J-’ ' Ma0 • a.- zwe Vtill Hump htl-taei and all the snags of them were “<em>messaggi per la Franchi</em>.” Somebody whispered to me and suso sing the day is wet, bab- bling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields of blue or as forehearingly as the howitts. Lave a whale a while and dart- ing back like that provost scoffing