’tis till gets bright that all yu affirmed to profetised at first blench naturally taken for pews with tiieir tails in their name. Old Vickers sate down on them, highstepping ;he fissure and fracture lines, seven five threes up, three five sevens down, to get out of their taylz. And, reverend, he says, though we marooned through tliis woylde. We must obey our Lord when He cried upon the ten com- mandments touching purgations and indulgences and in a way, only my arms are whiter, dear. Blanchemain, idler. Fairhair, frail one. Listen, meme sweety! O be joyfold! Mirror do justice, taper of ivory, heart of suntry clothing.^ The amusin part is, I will pack my comb