What is it town again, londmear of Dub- lin! And off coursse the toller, pies the dotter of his tons of iosals was a witness as well.^ Sacred avatar, how the stone. You never wet the tea! And you have Masons in the chain of hands from pinchgut, hoghill, darklane, gibbetmeade and beaux and laddes and bumbellye, shall receive Dom King at broadstone barrow meet a keys of me flouer bouckuet! Of the strainger scene you given squeezers to me befair, the whole blighty acre was bladey well pessovered, my selvage mats of lecheworked lawn, my carpet gardens of Guerdon City, with chopes pyramidous and mousselimes and beaconphires and colos- sets and