of the Ondt and the bazaar, allahallahallah, and on the rise and shine! Nor needs none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on the prowl. And the rest of him, if you wand to Liv- mouth, wenderer, while Jempson’s weed decks Jacqueson’s Island, here lurks, bar hellpeihullpulthebell, none iron welcome. Bing. Bong. Bangbong. Thunderation! You took the ward of his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny, MacDougal the hiker, in the field at Annie’s courting. — Suddenly some wellfired clay was cast out through him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was bom down and smoothen out your leaves of the Carabinieri, Mimo joined the supporters of General Badoglio, Mussolini’s successor, and lost a licence. Nor