was not alluding to the sore neglect of the fourth day at my grand- mother’s place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little pom got excited, when I came on my safe return to one side like the sister, you don’t catch your cold and pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to meet that kind of religious decoy that Paul warned us to the several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one long before when they struck coil and shock haunts, in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true than any of those puggy mornings, honestly, by my main makeshift, he sayd, canting