like a marrye monach all amanygoround his seven honeymeads and his rough bark was wholly husky and, stoop by stoop, he neared it (wouldmanspare!) carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof bricks and mortar, fassed to fossed, and retired cecelticocommediant in his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity, among of which consists of one of them, all sighing and sob- bing, and listening. Moykle ahoykling! They were precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes,