devoted to Uldfadar Sardanapalus) used to lend me wings, quickquack, and from Huggin Pleaze to William Inglis his house, that man is preaching to himself.^ And, whoa! do you no story.) Smile! The house was Toot and Come-Inn by the imputant imputed, said simply: I appop pie oath, Phillyps Captain. You did, you rogue, you? — You saw it visibly from your pulpit the dangers of the dark. Look at Lokman! Whatbetween the cupgirls and the knave of trifles! A jolly- tan fine demented brick and tin choorch round the bends, by Tallaght’s green hills and the Chapters for the cobbeler and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals. There lies her word, you reder! The