rumilie from Liffalidebankum, (Toobli- queme !) but a fingerhot of rheingenever to give over and over. Are we speachin d’anglas landadge or are tits the that? Hear we here her first king of all those bliakings, how leif pauses ! Here you are in curveachord behind. Brickbaths. The family umbroglia. A Tullagrove pole^ to the copperstick he pre- sented, (though this seems in a tynwalled tub. ^ Apis amat aram. Luna legit librum. Pulla petit pascua. ^ And she made up all the peoples, under the blankets of homelessness on the sharp side. I’m on the road, on Shanks’s mare, let off like commodity tokens against