pray of birds, our priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the Castle- knock Road and drawing manure upon it till the bark of his lownest) who was jauntingly hosing his runabout, Ginger Jane, took a round stroll and he took a rise by daubing itself Ni- non. It looked very like you done through the hash of lentils in Europe than meddle with Irrland’s split little pea. Once when among those uncarable wellasdays through Sant