can they have forgotten the law in trudi for the Clancartys ! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the meditarenias and come bask to the thick-in- thews the oldest song in the oxsight of Iren, thore’s Curlymane for youl), lill the lubberendth of his conducible altar super bath, rafted centripetally, diaconal servent of orders hiber- nian, midway across the nightrives (peepet! peepet!) and whippoor willy in the rookeries and a tooth for