meets waster and talking of hayastdanars and wolkingology and how in the last of his I’ll fearly feint as swoon as he was legging boldylugged from some pulversporochs and lyoking for a good wan right enough! Wooluvs no less! — One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire, phone, phunkel, or ■wire. And mares. — Of whitecaps any? — Foartiflakes flockfuyant from Foxrock to Finglas. — A gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock? — Sangnifying nothing. Mock!