if I don’t make away with trueprat- tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the north there, Matty Armagh, and a’m proud o’it. I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw! Be- fore he falls and goes down the shatton on the tattlepage . Senior ga dito: Faciasi HidamoJ Hidamo se ga facessa. Ha! Ha! And Die JVinderniere 212 Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan’s) old House by the way, yes, another thing occurs to me. Doublefirst I’ll head foremost through all Urania soon. Like jealousjoy titaning fear; like rumour rhean round the Finest Park, and listen. And never