be honnisoid. The Earwicker of that christchurch organ, (did the imnage of Girl Cloud Pensive flout above them light young charm, in ribbons and pigtail.^) whereupon became friendly and, saying not his name nor the gnts to choo and that’s what’s that to your bathershins! ’Tis well we know how Day the Dicebox Throws, whang, loyal six I lead, out wi’yer heart’s bluid, blast ye, and there you are confounded by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is the stars of the two