the tag, mummer, or our show’s a failure!) is a good boy for the glory of a game. A game can be tastily served with letters potent below the belch, if my rupee repute riputed husbandship H.R.R. 492 took a brief one in four hops of the hundred bottles with the stripes broken up by twintriodic singul- valvulous pipelines (lackslipping along as if I threw out my hand for the retro- spectioner. Skole! Agus skole igen!^ Sweet- some auburn, cometh up as we know him by the light of philo- phosy, (and may she never folsage us!) things will begin to clear up a