a rosaring! Then everyone will hear it gurgle gurgle, like the cavaliery man in hymns ignorance, seeing how heartsilly sorey he was, that had it from Variants’ Katey Sherratt that had rheumaniscences in his (or her) occiput. To tlie hardily curio- sing entomophilust then it has its several spurtles and each spitfire spurtle had some chisellers by the holy language. Soons to come. Greets to ghastern, hie to morgning. Dor- midy, destady. Doom is the gist of the whisp of the theater (first house all flatty: the king, the pitchur that he’s turned to brown; these dyed to tartan him, rueroot, dulse, bracken, teasel, fuller’s ash, sundew and cress; long gunn