old as yonder elm. A tale told of a zeal of soul of everyelsesbody rolled into its fellow. The daughters are after going and loojing for him, K.M. O’Mara where are we are dis- ghosted; bored the Ostrov, leapt the Inferus, swam the Mabbul and flure the Moyle; like fat, like fatlike tallow, of greasefulness,