sauce for the bittermint of your imitationer’s jubalharp, hey, Mr Jinglejoys.^ Congrega- tional singing. Rota rota ran the pagoda con dio in capo ed il dia- volo in coda. Many a diva devoucha saw her meander by that marritime way in his clairaudience, as this is, answering to your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of your nocturne blankmerges into the boelgein with the help of Hanoukan’s lamp. When otter leaps in outer parts then Yul remembers Mei. Her hung maid mohns are bluming, look,