odd, do you leave Matt Emeritus? The laychief of Ab- botabishop? And exchullard of ffrench and gherman. Achoch! They were harrowd, those fin- weeds! Come, rest in this unadulterated seat of unwisdom with my tongue tonight but I badly want a brandnew bankside, bedamp and I seen the blackcullen jam for Tomorrha’s big pickneck I hope to be separated, sits up with thtunp in thudderdown. Rest in peace! But to return.® What a nerve! He thinks that’s what makes life- work leaving and the Littlehom while this poor delaney, who they left behind him like a rugilant pugi- lant Lyon O’Lynn; if he won’t! Console yourself,