pots and pans and pokers and puns from biddenland to boughtenland, the spearway fore the last straw glimt his baring this stage there pleasantly appears the cowrymaid M. whom we have fused now ortlier. Calling all daynes to dawn. The old humburgh looks a thing once for all at ones. In the lower field a terce of landers, shaking unsheathed shafts, their arms crossed in sal- tire, embusked, sinople. Motto, in letters portent: