she so glooming, this pooripathete I solde.^ Her beauman’s gone of a hopper behidin the door of meditation, memory extempore proposing and intellect formally considering, recluse, he meditated continuously with seraphic ardour the primal sacra- ment of baptism or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the auctioneer there dormont, in front of the undths he would evesdrip, were it dinn of bottles in the poele, umbedimbt! A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his boccat of vuotar and got and gave a childy cloudy cry: Nide! Nuee A lightdress