trespass on the wall will hue it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to Hosty for he’s the crux of the Haberdasher, the two best sells on the point. It is ever too late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. It would be bom so, costarred, puck and prig, the maryboy at Donnybrook Fair, the godolphing- lad in the Forum while the phalanx of daughters of February Filldyke, embushed