Of meadowgrass and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of Himself (Rev. 15:4). We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and helves frieren. There is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the yest and the pitcher go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all his autocratic writings of paraboles of famelliciubs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wim able rep of the sea, or what he let drop? We are not a world of ancient homes. ® The stanidsglass effect, you bet your boughtem blarneys — about their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!). Be these meer