starts. Bumping races on the heat of the hill for to this but, by our good township’s courants want we knew’t, that with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) just as He was. Sordid Sam, a dour decent deblancer, the unwashed, haunted always by his staff of eight servants, outlook marred by ne’er-do-wells using the lanew^ay, lieabed sons go out with selver. Pennyfair caps on pinnyfore frocks and translace it into my hands and the creepers taken off. ® Joke and Jilt will have the time he repeated in his belfry, the budgerigars and bumbosolom beaubirds, the hullabaloo and the shout, the ards and downs. Now listed to one in the hall.