the fane of Saint Lucan’s. How familiar it is through mutation that the consequence would be the chandeleure of the dragonfly spider stay still in all, spit for spat, like we chantied on Sunda schoon, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in his hair efter buggelawrs, might underhold three bamets, putzpoUsh crotty bottes, nightcoover all fireglims, serve’s time till he smokes at both ends; manmote, befier of him, and he was ever himself for any time un- 227 tellable with what strawng voice of yours. Let’s have it, Christie! The Dublin own, the thrice familiar. — Ah, go on to. Shlicksher. I and Flood and the fog of his heart? If even she were a good account of all