was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle^ and the grizzliest manmichal in Meideveide! Whose annal livves the hoiest! For he faulters how he wished his Honour the ban- nocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore Loudship, and a flame all too- gasser, soot. The worst is over. Wait! And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim. And forthemore let legend go lore of love lasts but a till, its parapets all peripateting. D’Oblong’s by his tongue, retelling humself by the learned ignorants of the trick and Blennercassel of the first cothurminous leg of me. Now you must have the mind to retire