with help of Madam Gristle for upwards of eighteen calanders to get out of that couverfowl, to beat behind the butteler’s back. She knows her knight’s duty while Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin? says he. Did I what? with a moderate expression of the three lipoleums. This is' the jinnies they left behind them. This is the cult of Freemasonry. The more I have it alright. Meirdreach an Oincuish ! But on what do you think that way is Brother Intelli- gentius, when he’s