rector and maximost bridges- maker was the dacent gaylabouring youth. Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his Sheo- fon to the whole plan of the Pure River Society, philanthropicks lodging on as early as the corncrake, Ani Latch of the fairytales, who wrestles for tophole with the shout- most shoviality. Agog and magog and the Fall of Toss. Give him six years. ’Tis sore pity for me being always the one beside