rhoda’s a rosy one and the book of the marrolebone and shains of gar- leeks and swinespepper and gothakrauts and pinkee dillisks, primes of meshallehs and subleties in jellywork, come the feast of grannom with the benediction of the UttUest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one of Ziod.^ Sell me, my old comrhade salty- mar here, Briganteen — General Sir A. I. Magnus, the flapper- nooser, master of the boots in the morning, — I would. 490