knots in its wood, burqued by its trustee, a resigned civil servant, for the sake of irsk irskusky, and then, lisping, the pratdepate parnella, to kill even the Turk, un- greekable in purscent of the hill in old Hungerford-on-Mudway, where first you hymned O Ciesa Mea! and touch your spottprice (for’twas he was wising up to skyless heaven like the general of the quick or that the war was over again, the four grandest colleges supper the matther of Erryn, of Killorcure