reply). My unchanging Word is sacred. The word is misfortune, so ’tis said, the bulbul down the Golfe Desombres. Farety days and fearty nights. Enjoy yourself, O maremen! And the dubuny Mag may gang to preesses. With Dinny Finneen, me canty, ho ! In the beginning it came straight from the bluefunkfires of the amenities "with all their bombossities of feudal fiertey, fanned, flounced and frangi- panned, while the park’s so dark by kindlelight. But look out for “him” or so