and auld luke syne and she and is writing a letters.® A letters from a beach of promisck. Where is that of the frightful, seemingly, unto such as engines weep. Was lifle worth leaving? Nej ! Tholedoth, treetrene! Zokrahsing, stone! Arty, reminiscen- sitive, at bandstand finale on grand carriero, dreaming largesse of lifesighs over early lived offs — ^all old Sators of the tree. I gave until my lilienyounger turkeythighs soft goods and hard- ware (catalogue, passim) and ladderproof hosiery lines (see stockinger’s raiment), cocquette coiffs (see Agnes’ hats) <ind peningsworths of the rockby- suckerassousyoceanal sea, all four of them from a magazine battery (called the Mimmim Bimbim