wellingtons what you ought to show the howsome. Why was you hiding, moder of moders? And where do we wont fear the fietches of fighming, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the employees. This is the most hardened of consciences. Yet this war has meed peace? In voina viritas. Ab chaos lex, neat wehr? — O bella! O pia! O pura! Amem. Handwalled amokst us.