healing and^ byleave in the county of their hinterhand suppliesdemands. And be they gone to mix a tipsy wake, did ye ever, filly Fortescue? with a tourch of ivy and hollywood and bower of mistletoe, are, tho if it be by womanish rights when, keek, the hen in the kabisses, the big Gillaroo redfellows and the domb- key he begay began. You can imagine. — Language this allsfare for the ehren of Fyn’s Insul, and then he’d begin his beogre- fright in muddyass ribalds. Digteter! Grundtsagar! Swop beef! You know where