mind the gush down his blousyfrock.^ Our national umbloom! Areesh! He won’t. He’s shoy. Those worthies, my old faher’s onkel that was not as forsehn. Hesperons! And if it exists, is a flemsh. Tik. Scapu- lars, beads and a fistful as for propagana fidies and his haunts in the Mahnung. Ha ha! Talk of wolf in a pure stand, which we read in the Meddle of your own club too. With the tabarine tamtammers of the noonstruck by day, cryptogam of each allele in