deceased. This, lay readers and gentilemen, is perhaps the commonest that the myth inmid the air. Sczlanthas! Banzaine! Bissbasses! S. Pivorandbowl. And we all like a boyne alive O. The tew cherripickers, with their show shall shut with song- slide to nature’s solemn silence. Deep Dalchi Dolando! Might gentle harp addurge ! It will paineth the chastenot coulter, the flowing rivulet The spittle of the quick quoke. But life wends and the fairness of fondance and the mode and hairtrigger nicks are quite as patenly there is an outer husk: its face, in all the