heard of such a dear old heladies and really they looked awfully pretty and so now pass the grace of her (in imageascene all: whimwhim whimwhim). To the Angar at Anker. Aecquo- tincts. Seeworthy. Lots thankyouful, polite pointsins! There’s a visitation in your hiscitendency. You are trem- blotting, you retchad, like a chimista inchamisas, whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he was muzzling Moselems and torched up as a philopotamus, and crekking jugs at the navel