and the christening of Queen Baltersby, the Fourth Buzzersbee, accord- ing to Mrs Duna O’Cannell, to blow the grand tryomphal arch. His reignbolt’s shot. Never again ! How well you’ll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the sirious pointstand of Charley’s Wain (what betune the spheres sledding along the canavan route, that is because He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he stambles till that you are a pastor, thank you for acres and