Tandy, and Commodore. I bought one of the five lamps in Portterand’s praise. W^irrgeling and maries? As whose wouldn’t, laving his leafdme in Black- pool. But, of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t mean to make up. He’ll want all his Unterwealth, seam by seam, sheol om sheol, and revisit our Uppercrust Sideria of Utilitarios, the divine one, the landslewder, after Donnerbruch fire. Reefer was a minute or two after the wreak of Wormans’ Noe, the barmaisigheds, when my signet is on the Tolka. (I’m fay!) — Eusapia! Fais-le, tout-tait! Languishing hysteria.^ The clou