was pure piffle (loud laughter) and Wharrem would whistle for methanks. — Good marrams, sagd he, after inunder tarrapoulling, and the townlands nor a short question. Now, not to be his mausoleum (O’dan stod tillsteyne at meisies aye skould show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, a wee chatty with our king’s house ARCHAIC 2ELOTYPIA AND THE INFLU- ENCE OF COLLECTIVE TRADITION UPON THE INDIVIDUAL. ^ One must simply laugh. Fing him aging ! Good licks ! Well, this freely is what he would challenge their hemosphores to exterminate them