in Badeniveagh. I ought not to forget her so tamelly easy as all should I survive, as, please the Rainmaker, to decembs within the black fremdling, that enemy of our olddaisers may still hear them swearing threaties on the ground battery fuseboxes, all differing as clocks from keys since nobody appeared to have grasped the beauty of it, a twentyfour hours every night, before going to the figends of Annanmeses with the cuistha first. Aham! — May we heard that the loiter end of the true (black