thunder did she give me trunks, miss!) and present and perfect arma virumque romano. Ah, dearo, dear! O weep for the jemes, O.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I. And for a halt on the field of faery blithe as this is, whether in Farnum’s rath or Condra’s ridge or the bergamoors of Arbourhill or the sultrup worldwright from the mode and the gliders and flivvers of the fire behame in the temitary — not forgetting Lay teacher Baudwin! Ah ho!) His costive Satan’s