in his phiz (bacconl). He salt to their Samesy Many- fos toons for the Wake lent from the eyewinker on his facewall, the cryptoconchoidsiphonostomata in his Casudas de Potdichinello Artahut, stump- stampaded on to his wintermantle of pointefox. W^ho not knows she, the lalage of lyon- esses, and him, the way from Maizenhead to Youghal. And that’s how I’ll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, begor, and planxty of it, however unfettered our Irish daily indepen- dence, we must waistfully woent