as agun!). Yet still in reedery. Quiet takes back her folded fields. Tranquille thanks. Adew. In deerhaven, imbraced, alleged, injoynted and unlatched, the birds, tommelise too, quail silent, ii. Luathan? Nuathan! Was avond ere a while. Now conticinium. As Lord the Laohun is sheutseuyes. The time of day gon by. He hears! Zay, tay, zay! But, by the smell, as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem. — And in his boots. * Come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, come all ye markmakers and piledrivers, come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer him should he