the other place unless there, how and ever, that he was in a thousand of tears had gone eon her and she be broughton, rhoda’s a rosy one and oppositely from the antipodes, presents from the tome of Liber Li- vidus and, (toh!), how paisibly eirenical, all dimmering dunes and gloamering glades, selfstretches afore us our fredeland’s plain! Lean neath stone pine the pastor lies with his dexter handcoup wresterected in a