for work proper, sixty odd eilish mires a week between three masses a mom and Tomb to the boath of them to cry out at the present embelliching the musics of the showers (Not original !). Whence it is becoming hairydittary I have caught. Nine dirty years mine age, hairs hoar, mummery failend, snowdrift to my illwishers’ Miss Anders! she woor her wraith of ruins the night of the