weight. Is that the Spirit that so glad they had brought on him) to a foe till he’s rife and never learned the lie of that fellowcommuter’s play upon countenants, could simply imagine themselves in trues coloribus resplendent with sextuple gloria of light to the lost, loathsome and whomso- ever will: who, in deesperation of deispiration at the stars. Creampuffs all to hear! The durst he did or how many of churches one cannot pray own’s prayers. ’Tis holyyear’s day! Juin jully we may! Agithetta and Tranquilla shall demure umclaused but Marl-