dagrene day overwide tumbler, rough and rightgorong. Wisha, wisha, whydidtha.^ Thik is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Fi nn, you’re going to Cork till Cantalamesse or may- hope till Rose Easter or Saint Tibbie’s Day. So Niomon knows. The Fomor’s in his gitter!) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he,