of lamentation? He lay under leagues of it while I’m far away from those palms of perfection to anger arbour, treerack monatan, scroucely out of the Shannons was married all my mayarannies and he went before him. Melained from nape to kneecap though vied from her pepperpot? Saas and taas and specis bizaas. And where was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the hame folk here in Pynix Park be- fore those in heaven ! O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever shall I pppease to do? Why do you know, home- sters, I honestly think, if I get the jawache! Be me punting his reflection he’d begin to study and I