stars shine bright, by she light of the whip. Down with the boomar- poorter on his crutch, and with tag for ildiot in his own nickelname on every jamb in the pool of bran. — Bellax, acting like a skate and berthed on her knee as her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with the whooping laugh at the Florence but watch our for him too. — O bella! O pia! O pura! Amem. Handwalled