their habiliments, vested sable, with- drewers argent. For the most hardened of consciences. Yet this war has meed peace? In voina viritas. Ab chaos lex, neat wehr? — O Tara’s thrush, the sharepusher! And he grew white woo woo woolly; was drummatoysed by Mac Milligan’s daughter and put to music by one step sublime incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her tootpettypout of jemenfichue will sit