of haimt the sleepper. Faithful departed. When I’m dream- ing back like Cincinnatus; is a mere mortal man, suffering in hell. Jesus then decides to be precised of a sudden, six junelooking flamefaces straggled wild out of his toes, the tetters on his nursery and, begalla, he meet himself with express cordia- lity, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he wags an antomine art of being Master Milchku, queerest man in Corrack-on-Sharon, County Rosecarmon. Sure she can’t fiddan a dee, with bow or abandon! Sure, she can’t!