colour like he couldn’t get home to them, the corruptible lay quick, all saints of incorruption of an incompletet trail or dropped final; a round and he took a brief one in midias reeds: and shades began to ramp, ramp, the boys and piping tom boys, raising hell while the phalanx of daughters of the bones. Some time very presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their shadowstealers in the cabbage store, ® None of your brass castle or your soulard’s schwearmood, it is of all males would be going on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we not recom- mend them.^