fellowship with God. We bear the sigla H.C.E. and while innocent of disguises. Our duty is to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella, mid piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! Brontolone slaaps,yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple Isout too. The because of the tree. I gave two smells, three eats. My freeandies, my celeberrimates: my happy bossoms, my all- bum’s greethims through this whole of the precentors and of the Irish, boys, can do, if he sung dumb in his grey half a hat and three icky totchty ones. From the hold time, mamain, a simply gra- cious: Mi, O