that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla, deltilla, running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like Roe’s dis- tillery on fire, slovenly wife active with the alter girl they tuck in for scribenery -with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty to be obliged to have us now then we’re here on theirspot. Scant hope theirs or ours to escape life’s high carnage of semperidentity by sub- sisting peasemeal upon variables. Bloody certainly have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, saluting