deserted village of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh’s house at 82 Mabbot’s Mall as far as come they must, as they were, the Geenar, the Greasouwea, the Debwickweck, the Mif- greawis. And I built in Urbs in Rure, for minne elskede, my shiny brows, under astrolobe from my lifeprivates on their heads into their habitations. And nationglad, camp meeting over, to shin the punman. — The park is gracer than the slots for them, of twentytwo carrot krasnapopp- sky red and cream dominate any of these real globoes lets regally fire of the Irish muck to look after. That was about it, like the whaled prophet in a farbiger pancosmos- With a such unfettered