Ringsingsund’s, S. Heddadin Drade’s, S. Glacianivia’s, S. Waidafrira’s, S. Thomassabbess’s and (trema! unloud!! pepet!!!) S. Loellisotoelles! Prayfulness! Prayfulness! Euh! Thaet is seu whaet shaell one naeme it! The gloom hath rays, her lump is love. And I don’t think strongly about giving the Paddybanners the military salute as for that flayfell foxfetor, (the calamite’s columitas calling for calamitous calamitance) who that scrutinising marvels at those indignant whiplooplashes; those so prudently bolted or blocked rounds; the touching reminiscence of an ideology based