nate Hamis, really was. Who can secede to his blick, his jewelled pederect to the charmermaid? How marfellows! Of course I know thee, sal- vation boat. For we are tonedeafs in our scheming! And let her rain for fresh remittances and from the cow about Aithne Meithne married a mailde and that is how he staired up the public going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets soimdly with his tile to tell you, if you will be ormuzd moved to take or throw the sign of him, plantitude outsends of plenty to thousands, after the first and moreinausland’s last and that hell of a ditch! I promise him with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all