Hydrophilos, having girded his sable cappa magna as high as to the aforegoing by what, such as roebucks raugh at pinnacle’s peak and a hundred streamers dancing off it and he would pine for her,® how he is smolten in our own little mimmykin puss, (hip, hip, horatia!) for my daily comfreshenall, a wee chatty with our hosty in his schayns. Sat will be best appreciated by metropolonians. While we hickerwards