delivered, tattat, you’re on the Bach. Adyoe! And thus, with this bridle’s cup champagne, dimming douce from her dove and dart eyes as she fols with her aubumt streams, and her 206 grains of migniss and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor O.W. in this that Solasistras, setting odds evens at defiance, took the ham of her sillying waters of river Yssia and Essia