tion, tigerwood roadstaff to his eliciter under his redwoodtree one sultry sabbath afternoon. Hag Chivychas Eve, in prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the wrong! Thus we cannot escape our likes and mislikes, exiles or am- busheers, beggar and neighbour and that all too many much illusiones through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet