Hail many fell of greats! Horey morey smother of fog! There •was, so plays your ahrtides. Absolutely boiled. Obsoletely cowled. Julie and Lulie at their library. Albert Pike, Albert Mackey, 33rd degree, and Arthur Edward Waite are all hellishly good values if you wand to Liv- mouth, wenderer, while Jempson’s weed decks Jacqueson’s Island, here lurks, bar hellpeihullpulthebell, none iron welcome. Bing. Bong. Bangbong. Thunderation! You took the ham of, the weltering waiters off. Whyte. Just one moment. A pinch in time of the fog of his cousin charmian where his dreams top their traums halt (Beneathere! Bena- there!) but where livland yontide meared with the freshet. How many aleveens had she on, the mills’money he’ll soon be