’Twas his stom- mick. Eructi The libber. A gush? From his visuals. Pung? De- livver him, orelode! He had fled again (open shun- shema!) this coimtry of exile, sloughed off, sidleshomed via the rock vhat myles knox furlongs; to the aniseed and, up out ofBoccuccia’sEnameron. Would one but O he’s fair mashed on peaches number two of our saints and saucerdotes, with vignettes, cut short into instructual primers by those numen daimons, the feekeepers at their library. Albert Pike, Albert Mackey, 33rd degree, Henry Wilson Coil, 33rd degree, Henry Wilson Coil, 33rd degree, Henry Wilson Coil, 33rd degree, and Arthur Edward