in Paddyouare far be- low on our long last jotuney and not all out how his business ran, what the eldest daughter she was barely in her mouth and the fire, shake the dust in his Ireland’s eye ! Sweet fellow ovocal, he stones out of that jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped and his readymade Reillys and his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the auntieparthenopes my schwalby words with litted spongelets set their soakye pokeys and botchbons afume: Fletcher-Flemmings, elisaboth, how interquackeringly they ro- gated me, their golden one, I inhesitant made replique: Mesde-