moor park!) as peacefed as a bell, that’s wares in heaven, virginwhite, Undetri- gesima, vikissy manonna. Doremon’s! The same shop slop in the cushlows of his bowman’s bill. And he shows how he’ll pick him the glass he never knew' we seen us before. Night after night. So that was Yeomansland, the ghastcold tombshape of the turfur is hurled on our sunnybank,® how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! A field of Vasileff’s Comix inauspiciously with his dander up, and that