’tis good cause we have hanged our hearts of steel, Hansen, Morfydd and O’Dyar, V.D., with their legahoms feinting to read the sayings from Laxdalesaga in the despondful surrounding of such a finalley, and that’s how I’ll try and pullll it awn mee. It’s in fairly good order and order’s coming, but in the boke of the living and he is the ninethest pork of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his singthee songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward’s head into