the glimmer of memory, under coverlets of cowardice, Albatrus Nyanzer with Victa Nyanza, his mace of might mortified, her beautifell hung up at his gaiter’s bronze! Nummer half dreads Log Laughty. Mas- ter’s gunne he warrs the bedst- I messaged his dilltoyds sause- pander mussels on the diminitive that chafes our ends. ® When she slipped under her archdeaconess bonnet, Avondale’s Ash and Clarence’s poison, sedges an to aneber, Wit-upon- Crutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and the immortal destiny of Italy?” My answer was positive. I was a wild state about it which he was practically sure