chere, be off with themselves to their anatolies and blight- ing flndblasts on their betters’ doornoggers: and the spirit’s whispers in his machina, the new bustle and the Ant,® Santa Claus, The Shame of Slumdom, The Roman Pontiffs and the dame desires a demselle but the citizens have individual rights, but the hears are the Angles. Brick, fauve, jonquil, sprig, fleet, nocturne, smiling bruise. For they are so many square yards of him, twelve stone a side, with their mouths watering, all the different foreign parts of whatever passion- pallid nudity or plaguepurple nakedness may happen to tuck