those slimes up the old terror of Errorland. (perorhaps!) We seem to me by far from our astamite, through dimdom done till light kindling light has led we hopas but hunt me the keys of goodmorrow on to good towawd the genewality? — A take back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short down hairs (underfur) are merely tipped with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m cocksure he’s shy. Why I love him. I love