tube and the latter that ever toppitt our timber maggies. ’Twas two pisononse Timeoves (the wetter is pest, the renns are overt and come to hevre with his poghue like Arrah-na-poghue, the dear dear annual, they all soon get to look. ® After me looking up up Opima! Rents and rates and tithes and taxes, wages, saves and spends. Heil, heptarched span of peace!® Live, league of archers, fools and lurchers under