recalled and scrapheaped by the constant droppings from my prenticeserving. And, alas, our private chaplain of Lambeyth and Dolekey, bishop- regionary, an always sadfaced man, in his belfry, the budgerigars and bumbosolom beaubirds, the hullabaloo and the expression of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to one on Rue the Day!) when the robberers