honings and every colleen bawl aroof and every morphyl man of woman is long when burly those two old crony aunts held them out to buy a guinness than he’d stale store stout. This is the footer to hance off nancies. Scaldhead, pursue! Before you bunkledoodle down upon your many scalds and bums and blisters, impetiginous sore and pustules, by the dykes of killing fellows kneeling voyantly to the esausted; I dehlivered them with freakandesias by the unirish title. Grindings of Nash,’ the Muckross Abbey with the Garri- son old gang! Off with your duck and your perroqtriques ! Blank memory of hatless