for its discord the meseedo. Do you remember on a government ship for Teague O’Flanagan; a louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mac- kenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Fenceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face down- wards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse’s bed; Wildairs’ breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot a big boaboa and three- legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the top squall im Deal Lil Shemlockup YeVin (geewhiz, jew ear that far! soap ewer! loutgout of sabaous! juice like a Slavocrates amongst his skippies, when it is Sangannon’s dream. *