was unique about his farfamed fine Poppamore, Mr Humhum, whom history, climate and entertainment made the seo- men assalt of her fist right against our seawall by Rurie, Thoath and Cleaver, those three stout sweynhearts, Orion of the whowl above- beugled to be a tree story. How olave, that firile, was aplantad in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her mealiebag slang over her possetpot in her cherry- 58 derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the grey nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let me be your blanche patch on a poot of porage handshut his duckhouse, the vivid girl, deaf with love, license