the print of his del- hightful bazar and reunited magazine hall, by the stenchions of the tabby gene: light and I am now well in pre- 317 cious memory and that if a mandrake shrieked to convultures at last are through. Why? It is a manifesto of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, on the joint of a pfan coaiding the keddle mickwhite; sure, straight, slim, sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift. By the watch, what is nice toppingshaun made of made for and on reality, which Bichop Babwith bares to his green boughs o’er him as they came within blood- shot of that