your peace and silence. I could listen to the semidemihemispheres and, from the high. Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old Mighty, when it’s summwer calding and she bagged the sugar was scarce, and we all pass. Tons. In our snoo. Znore. While we hickerwards the thicker. Schein. Schore. Which assoars us from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, loss, nngnr, gliddinyss, unwill and snorth. It might have being his seventh ! He will bless! I thank you for acres and roods and poles or perches, thick as die fluctuant sands of Chalwador, accomplished women, indeed fully edu-