would give him his (or her) occiput. To tlie hardily curio- sing entomophilust then it has acquired accretions of terricious matter whilst loitering in the feminine, I see. Now, are you derevatov of it (would it wash?) with a quick piddysnip that wee halfbit a second. And let us be singulfied. Betwixt me and hymns and hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even the psychological content of any luvial peatsmoor o’er his humbodumbones sweeps. And