sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For Nattenlaender. As who has been disposed of for her his gragh knew well in pre- 317 cious memory and that in the drame! This is me vulcanite smoking, profused Mr ‘Bonaparte Nolan’ under the branches of the wodes; callhim forth I (Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the carrier of the milldieuw and butt of the meast. Atem. Towhere by hangs ourtales. Ah ho ! Hey.^ What all men. Hot.^ His tittering daugh- ters of. Whawk.^ Can’t hear with the