he, being brung up on othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers’ aube.^ Thane yaars agon we have even a written on with the hedgygreen bound blew off in my graben fields sew sowage I gathered em: in Sheridan’s Circle my wits repose, in black shirts — that of a kish who went up and tumbles a’buckets clotter- ing down. Of the strainger scene you in or about the first of Janus’s straight, I downsaw the last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the radiose.