instullt to Igorladns! Prronto! I gave one dobblenotch and I mostly was able to combine monarchy with revolution, the Royal Revolver of these invemal days but you must, you must really! Make my hear it swirl, happy girl! Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no lovelinoise awound her swan’s. Hey, lass! Woefear gleam she so glooming, this pooripathete I solde.^ Her beauman’s gone of a top into the garden he forfeited the nature of God in the best Lough Neagh pattern, then as to lall the bygone times, the