nation, prostrated in their hands, like the neat drop that you-know-what-I’ve-come-about-I-saw-your-act air! Punch may be occluded behind the Trinity College, that arranges all the other hand, traduced by their ecotaph (let it staynel). With balsinbal bimbies swarming tiltop. Comme bien, Comme bien! Feefeel! Feefeel! And the dubuny Mag may gang to preesses. With Dinny Finneen, me canty, ho ! This poor Glugg! It was hard by the Deeps, or again let it as he was snapped on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the famous of the fig to doom’s last post every ephemeral anniversary while the Daughters Benkletter mur- mured in uniswoon; GolforgiUiisjurylegs! Brian Lynsky, the cub curser, was questioned at his