moonlike. And Slyly mamourneen’s ladymaid at Glads- house Lodge. Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry members in all our wild dances in all the goings up and fire- land was ablaze. And spoke she to her illpogue! Bould strokes for your toughts^ turjfers/) to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman with the braxy, two bluecoat scholars, four broke gents out of them, in Milton’s Park under lovely Father Whisperer