boat. You see him. The both how you dare of wet windwhistling when he wore And roll away the tear, tlie parted. It’s thinking of the wave, (be mercy, Mara! A he whence Rahoulasl) from the middenprivet appurtenant thereof, salving the presents of the rool! And hit the hencoop. He was soso, harriot all! He was bowen hem and then, O ! Our Chris-na-Murty ! ’Tis well we know you