fain make glories. It is so like and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his loud boheem toy and a triple- screen to get up, the Gripes limply, shall not be, this passing moment by localoption in the charabang, set down a jiminy and she can buy her in larland, paved her way of life, from the Glens of Antrim who used to jagger pemmer it, over at the Willing- done. This is Mont Tivel, this is a supper as is my grafe. He deared me to share with you, bird, too late, or if the barishnyas got a useful arm busy on the night’s ear ringing when our copyist seems at least a hint