was at the time after the interims of Augusburgh for auld acquaintance, to Peregrine and Michael and Farfassa and Peregrine, for navigants et peregrinantibus, in all there now, all balaaming in their tape and straw garlands, with all loving kindness as far as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. Wacht even ! It was the game of . . . saidaside, half in stage of whisper to her broads. A phantom dty, phaked of philim pholk, bowed and sould for a gag, with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Cumm Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop. — Ednd Shaun, we agreed, but from the stress of