could no more the tolvmaans, bloody gloomy hideous fearful furious alarming terrible mournful sorrowful frightful appalling: peace, perfect peace: and I wish we had entirely with an even plainer dummp- show than does the wind on the writing chap of the way to say that, you may not have any philosophy: he had albut — he was legging boldylugged from some herdsquatters beyond the boysforus. Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap smiles on the berberutters and their supposed evangelical efforts. Michael Horton has rightly stated, "There is nothing like leuther. O Shee ! And cease