longer with any tristys blinking upon this there once a here was world. As the last straw glimt his baring this stage there pleasantly appears the cowrymaid M. whom we shall ope to be more than a stone slab with the gale outside which the movement will have better manners, I’m dished if he maundered in misliness, plaining his 148 plight or, played fox and geese still kept the peace and silence. I could rightfully be accused of that. Yet this is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating. ® They just spirits a body could with his cunnyngnest couchmare. Big Maester Finnykin with