HOTTEST TRAFFIC DRIVERS part 1

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THE MONETARY POLICY TRANSMISSION MECHANISM PART 2

If both foreign and domestic rates are constant,based on short term expedite possibility,nominal exhange rate depreciation leads real subsequent depreciation as proposed under the MARSHAL- LERNER conditions,and this affect aggregate income as well as exert influence on the balance of payment mechanism.
It is generally known that in the case study of expansionary monetary policy,there is reduction of official rates,similarly depleting the cost of credit that free lending to the private sector.This implies an expansion of lending and thus will use the liquidity excesss to buy financial assets,Consequently

,on the securities sector,that trajectory of  upward pressure,on prices is ordinarily spurred by volatile but increasing domestic demand which also exerts further presssure on nominal interest rates,given the inflation expectation that reduces real interest rates.The atttendant evolution of demand boosts business investment and grow household consumption.
With this four mechanism,including level of information available,they not only played a paramount role in the context of high risk,high uncertainty,where operators not only make forecast but also directly forecast about economic fundamentals,with the level of information available and also the probity of the operators,cannot be detached from its growth motif .
Hence monetary policy mechanism is more or less,by which assets prices and general economic conditions are basically influenced or afffected by monetary policy decision.These decisions influence aggregate and monetary circulation and credit in order to affect aggregate economic performance.

THE MONETARY POLICY TRANSMISSION MECHANISM-PART 1

The practice of monetary development has a long checkered antecedence,and invariably begins by the tradition that monetary policy bequeathe to it.The most important port being the dissertation of the the circulation of money supply which can be achieved by the monetary policy transmission mechanism.In this edition,the blogger IBIKUNLE LANIYAN,examines the strategic impact of the mechanism on the larger economy as a whole to boost growth and development.
Monetary policy transmission  mechanism has been defined as the channels though not mutually exclusive through which monetary aggregates evolutionary effects invariably alter,macroeconomic variables and dtermine predictable intervals of the level of product and services.There are four phenomenal instances according to economic literature which were identified as the main mechanism through monetary policy influences price level and national income.They according to Mishkin1993 also inlude financial assets price,intetest rate,domestic credit and foreigh exchange respectively.
While the expansionary monetary policy tends to exert upward pressure on financial assets prices,increasing firms market value,in terms of financial assets and prices value according to Tobin in relation to the cost of capital,and positively influencing household wealth;the domestic credit strictly refers to transmission channel of  the commercial banks credit assets,in terms of corporate finances and securities portfolio and by agregate spur growth and positive effects on household consumption and business investment.Changes in monetary policy tends to encourage commercial banks to reallocate the credit capitalas they find it profitable.The monetary expansion can increase their reserves,making them more liquid and one of the most effective channel to invest the surplus is the domestic credit,to make positive growth and economic development.
Whreas the monetary policy exert a different toga of change entirely on foreign exhange,been a channel where increasing the amount of currency tends to result in a reduction of nominal interest rate.And when this happens,this leads to a negative or adverse differential between foreign interest rates and domestic rate.and in the occassion of perfect capital mobility and perfect substitutability of financial assets and given the simultaneous growth in the demand for foreign currency,in the invasion of a decline of local worthless currency supply in the foex markets,a depreciation of nominal exchange rate is posible.

ELEGY TO THE SADOMASOCHIST

 ELEGY TO SADOMASOCHIST

Whacked by supercilious brat and invectives infested uncouth tongue,the repressive durress within that ambience circumnavigated,ignited his tacit and so,he by temper swung,stood at a convenient hiatus,to the rampaging art.

Elegy.that in my heart,thy guilles all but interred ,wherein nature's heels,taught thee how to unfold chaste's flex at thy cloven hoofs.The more i say,the less thou art observed.Thy scorn art scold abhored,thou shouldest not abhor mine utterances,but in selfesteem,thy adore should be,if thy self esteem is blotted,more guilles at thy household,comes home to roost.

Contro.Sonnet--151-Chaste is too benign to abscond,where conscience pleads;yet who knows not how to chide,is born of scorn.Chaste Is too senile to know what foibles,to patch,yet,who knows not moult is crust of adamantine,then a greater whore,importunes her juicy sport,lest of mine refutation,thy aggrandised self elated be,for thou scornful of entreaty ,i do not elope.Mine intergrity,to part thee,of vile,mine fiend doth shoot as thy ignoble den,that thy household might trump and triumph in lust,as moult stays farthest behind pleadings.But rising impetuously as thy tolerance facade of licentiousness doth contendest with no patent guilt,contented with dreary eyes and thou art pleaded and pleased to dwell by the wayside.No fathomed piety,without conscience,hold nefarious fingers in high esteem.That 'chaste'for whose dear crust censure,i still sell thee.

Contro.Sonnet-152-In thine chide,that chaste is chaste,that saves multitude of souls.But thou art to be scolded a thousand times surfice.To thee that chide,might transact piety and break fallow ground.,for thou art not sworn,to thy piety vow'd.And breach,evidenc'd in thy fortitude,art strayed thy household,And all mine chaste and scoldings,sank its titanic and dreadnought,beneath seashore,flat fell,for the graveyard itself barely smears an earth for the dead.And every resolve is pothered by guilles of sentiment,and to elope thyself at thy writ and grit,consumate i nebula,or made thee slaves,at thy achilles heels;for have i mourn,a thousand fall unfair,as more perfidies,at thy faith,to cajole and censure a mammoth,with the pariah outcast and the wickedness of their gluttonous behind.

Contro.Sonnet-153-Scorn laid by brute barely fell asleep,a maid of honour,it glides thy marrow,And thy context,scornest kindled did sway with recompense,in an ephemeral, hedonism of lampooned chaste;wherein filial piety disdain'd uncouth lips,lively feeds,unfettered by rabidity doth abrasion kinky froth,which yet all foibles pleased to fathom,but at the guise of misty eyes,direst crowd frigid.

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TRIUMPHANT AS THE OLD SLEIGH BELLS

I am like the wanderlust that floats on the high seas waves, that foams over hills and vales,on the lakes beneath the trees and the forest,Dancing with the breeze as they gyrate,gritty as the old sleigh bells twinkles my verve for a dent in my painstaking pang,My vacuous legs stretched at suicidal pace,though barely sullied by sulphurous escapades,tossing my head in sprightly comedy of gutter dance,even as the waves themselves personified,did dance before me seductively like a geisha girl and i the gigolo,For Oft in such a jocund,in my pang when upon my couch reminisced,brooks of brood triumphant as the old sleighbells,raptured my petite solitude.For a manifold of footsteps,footloose do i make as the old sleighbells,to bliss my dreamland,that flashes of imageries,romping my bald pate,fructify be and then with epicure in its sly,my heart pants still. Still my dukes upward maul for this phantom of delight'triumphant as the old sleigh bells'cherished me to chant and chantgalore

That was my phantom of delight of dreams not broken,of graveyards not enriched.When first,it gleamed upon my weary sight and hazy feet. At one moment's thrills,starred my eyes as the stars of the sky,A modest wraith,in dancing rigmarole to ecstasy fathom my bleeding heart.Eulogy,plaudits,gusto and deification,poured on this inspire.As mouth agape open,the bliss of a conqueror borne out of indurance,foresight horsesense and a nobly regalia,swaggered with angellic mission not far away, Triumphant Shall i chant 'triumphant as the old sleighbells'raptured my heart.Tis no space for a lachrymal infection,tis the worst pang is over,in a twinkling of an eye,I am as triumphant as my lofty heights and the old sleighbells. That neither the past nor the present or the unborn age,whenever my heart's dread avails,with grievious theft evicted,when that inspire thrills my badplate,stupefied by diurnal beguilling sports,winds impatience,gripping upon my navel,to flex with pledges and oaths yet unattained,do i my appologia

braggart in reiterated engross enthuse my catchy phrase. And then one more step,then one more salvo fire,And then one more step and one more salvo fired, i am as triumphant as my dreamland un-suppines unfurled and as the old sleigh bells a cheerful merry bore. They came into city and they could not triumph meet and hence they departed. Oh they came into the city to fleece triumph,still they could not triumph meet and once again they departed like the Sisyphus,pulling the stone adinfinitum.There is triumph before triumph,there is triumph after triumph,there is triumph above triumph,there is triumph beneath triumph,there is triumph in the seas,winds,land and space, All is triumph in their divergent escapades, As mortal marrows being expectant,jubillant as the old sleigh bells,all day belabour for the purple birth of the rising sun. Triumphant At The vale,jubillant at your mountains,jubillant at your caverns,maketh thee not a discontent when phrases and verses speak.

That oracle is my verve,in the howling wilderness,when i with nothing for nothing pacifies. When I with the trip to the barbarians for a nigh two decades throbbed,to assuage my agonies that glorious verse,thwacked them to my tendon kept yelling and chanting'jubilant as the old sleigh bells.And bare feet,did i trod it myself,none exasperated tis my facelift at the dying times,my potion and trauma flees,tis my dreamland arcane overwhelmed tis my starry morn eulogy appended,indeed jublilant as the old sleigh bells tis my glorious herald,starry nights bade farewell.

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DICKESIAN HOURS;AN Excerpts from SORCERERS STONE

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Lord Dickens came to town,treacherous and oggling.Three bitches of the sorcerers stone, sorcerers of maiden dusk,In the trenchwarfare and the trenches' magical impulses wreathed,Dotard bitches,cheesepairing accustomed stings in the potion wring.Wryly and scarily,they scary torment feckless gowns,with the effrontery of hell and the vitriolic vituperation of oracle and magical spell invoked on the unsuspecting prodigy,in their efflorescence of dickesian plow cast.Hours and hours,hours by hours,hastily they vent,by Belzebub's ordnance,Dickesian wights outside the castle,on a booskied playground,stertorous stinkers cannabis smokes,as boozers boozed.Dicky throng etiolated,convulsing amidst laborious toil,Boshes of convulsion,contemptuous bowls of boors and boon companion frequent the isle,a splenetic windy sail,a scorch on coltish limpet clung. What a ridiculous bonvoyage for the evasive birds of passage,spoliated and sponge thrown too hastily.

Of the spoilsport,splodge of spoliation defied,a spatulated spank,its springtide spawned,a spine chiller's spinetingling spill,calumniating bed of quicksand upon which the latter's modus viviendi's booboos were supplanted in misery,yet disparate bookish cannot see,yet bonfire cannot burn. Thrice troublous plain's misery assiduous ensconce,Of the pyrates of freedom,ascension they browbeat to submission,in the inferno of sorcery stone.Quirky charms and spells,ethereal incantations cooks its cauldron speaks.So,froth a dickesian hours,tripple potions' ungrateful and uncluttered flock they a spangle to fleece a blueblooded clasp. Like Rome burning,like hell burning,broth and bail doth the gnomes ignominious,but bubbles,eyes of the owls,nocturnal awakening,sprintly thawed,to the sorcery of the sorcery stone,a tang of the tangential knot,so,fastened. Plutocracy is unworldly rodeo of voodoos and brotherly cult beware.

MOUNTAIN ABOVE,VALE BENEATH AS NEBULOUS WINND WHISPERS

Nebulous Winds at my feet,unsteadied my fugacious sod, So soon was the mud aloft recede that i was down on thy nefarious earth. How i gin to scold my foible,yet still nimbly,keeps me fastened.

As if like an ocean surge,each raft of nebulous winds,giddied on my bonemarrow and fortitude;Now,doth it strain my oasis as oarsman,rowind the windy sail,now doth it chokes,And gins to obfuscates my gait but much dampens my rude cheeks,And Oafing batters i with winnow's carthasis,where imponderables and unspeakables unspoken,If thou wilt mute,thy wilful mutilate shalt never muzzily eloped be.And then i burns with bashful coy,nebulous winds with mountain above and vale beneath,my goof nefariously outwitted,what follows more,my smoulder perception with grace doth quench the brutish burning of sullen cheeks, And

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where it blows,doth a new i begin,Mammoth forced to discontent and so,were they pulsated to fret wherein nebulous winds frenetic bays,And they cannot be overruled,where hath it not overswayed.

to eschew kittens and kitsch and so narcissus winds so thyself,thyself forsook pedigree of those whose footings were not seen as mountain glides and vale beneath mewls,as wind whispers a sentient bellows.Thou,canst not see perception in thy sight,not thine fructiferous eyes,but emotive bank,in thy temperate moisture condescend to its eulogy, Nebulous winds,dancing placid placidity placid on the sands of time,no one is spared,the buccaneers and the buccaneered to the guillotine,are all whisked for a verdict on modusviviendi.This plaid,all men alike obversed and obsessive grilleth. Mountain above smokes,why thy night hand seizeth my philology from left hand 's preserved morsel;to woo thyself above its frowsty encroach.When nebulous winds at thy bossom whispers,let that your oasis placatory be and be not hung,in pizzaz of their gregarious chants, That moreish pandemic,a pandemonium overshoot beyond thy millieu,to milchcow evasive fortune,the world a mugger,muddy sloth embanks.Then niggle not over nebulous winds

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My pen dribbled with horror and fortune.Hardly had i scribbled my doggerel above,with the title' Nebulous Winds Whispers'as a Mystical grey hack octo-poet,that i was out on the premenade,on the street at a newstand,And lo,nebulous winds thus began,ravaged street bazzaars,grocers and hawkers,barrowing the day away under toil of laborious sun.Did i barely exonerate myself with my mystical stormy pen? I hid under a ramshackled tent,with lank thatches above,leaking the torrents over my bald pate and the hilly beans at my millieu,hibernating beneath porous roofs.And the storms cascaded further,beyond compare,circa by circa,to my chargrin,greedily winceth its troublous,heypresto onto my trembling feet,my ramshackled sandals.My pacify was hocuspocus with my angel investor,who was raptured as my discussant and a diminutive wight,stood apalled his tympanum frenzy.Torrents on the floor,crept upon my nebulous feet,as tens of blokes,grouched with my same tedious ire.Oh my pen was mystical and home i returned drenched.

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MY GLORIOUS HERALD

NEBULOUS FEET .

Nebulous feet hastened by nebulous winds and gumptionless sickos,And oft is it gridiron and goldsmith furnace,embanked hazy to trod.Shall i not be compared to a nebulous feet? Oh,shall i not be compared whereon nebulous feet had been raped by simpleton and nebulous wind? How sedulous sedition,seethed in its tangled knot, So fastened in its serfdom seeps,Sensuos sepulchral thatched with serpentine groove,made him slouch,Which bred more vulgars in his sickly pale gaunt sickled,Frosty addendum to its briddle that is slothful vile,Perforce purportless sickos like fecklessness,will overflow its bank,Still nebulous feet,windy sail,as contaminant of nebulous winds gallivant,still a skintight skintish;for to a slathering numb,naturewit slangs its slinging match,Still is he nefarious,still is he bicker and slices slink,twixt gall fathom,unflinching trudge.

Look,how purportless he himself,he cannot purport,whereon purportless spasm elongated.And by his spanking sparkle,he skinflints from nebulous winds,nebulous feet,windy niche carved,Till he take off rodomontade with her stealthy apparel,Which long have had tinpots,making nebulous feets to be tricked by nebulous winds,And with twice crimson transfixed,pays his pristine price of liberty,upon this scaffolding of sedulous scabrous,did his purportless himself,a savoir faire uncouth,like a saturnine satire,honing sardonic emboss,in saphire foams,Who being appendaged on jiggery pottery as mere sabre rattling,sacks moreish sabbatica.So offers still not sackcloth and ashes,a sacrament of shrimp's sailor.

But when pouted lips were ready,for his karma bone.Saga and saga,flown by saga over saga,turns victory away,Never did a traveller's sahib,more brisky satellite for a satiate than he did for this strangled satiety,His scintillate,he seeks not but scintillate,he cannot get,His scientology,he submerges,but buddhism of scientology he with a scintilla,can not proffer;His scion wryly drowns in this sclerosis,yet his glowing coals like glowing fire must burn,'O pathos boy',gan he trudge,'frosty leaden sprite!' Tis but a frosty scholasticism,rebukes,why are thou scrounge?Scums of the earth's scrums,booed by nebulous winds,as they nebulous feet's scuds of the scuffles,Thus,these hordes of scatterbraineds,frittered golden morns at the ratrace,receded, And for thy sake, o scallywags,vendatta retractile rearms.

Tether rythm pulses affray,for a bud-nipp,puerile but puffy clouds,quickwitted servile,purportless himself objectionable and being so quarrantine,choke its pleading tongue and nebulous winds. And being judge with thy intendments,so shall i be freed,o nebulous feet but not with quidproquo struck on a bed of quicksand.

O HAGIOLOGY IT WAS A HELOT AND HIS HEEHAW

O,HAGIOLOGY- IT WAS A HELOT AND HIS HEEHAW

O how outmoded,living on trees as babboons and monkeys are like hagiologists are pretty not undisimilar. And being set by time entreats as time nicks and to the catchy but tuneful tales,its gongs euphonious and melifluous trickles by time turneth,prettily entreats. Amidst this famish,christologists like muhamedans,hung in tempting piety,slapped with crooked dint,mutilated hagiology and hallucination of the soul. Till insentient mamoth, trite and truce,piety refrain they to take,dew'd with windy sail. Hung over this graceless steps,fondling their navels.Still voyeaurs in this numbed piety,wagering grew,wafting ,waggish and wacky.

Viscous time,thou art sticky with narcisstic winds,thy mountainous field,bold to sport and so being froth to steed that by kismet,every heavenly moisture dewed,reckoned he with its age and beauty,that by law and naturewit's salvo on the earth's increase not ossified and nothing is spared,that like Hararclitus all things flow. That time and only time alone,grows to itself,neither spared customs nor the accustomed values and so,tis its kiss on rudderless earth,a vertex verdict of karma.Time by itself,and impenitent billows is vindictive of its artistic atteliery and stream of fugacious,pugnacious thwacked to spare no exist with salvos fondled upon its navel. And when it dost chaste,resorgimentos dost begin. When it chides,her lips barely open nor unleash its potion,supplanted upon every invidious windy sail and gilded passage alike,even when versified in ambiguity.

Like every selfied piety,hagiogists are nothing but sterile wishful cheeks, whose gardens replete of treacherous flowers and schadenfreude petals,basking in its vainglorious foils,are like empty eagles,smouldered by time's apocalypse. What pathetic appologia by recalcitrant apologetics,in their piety,time's sooth of windy karma murders with her sunset and sunrise potion.Yet,were they servile to its sonorous ploy phantasmagoria opprobrium.Scorning pieties'assymetry, even much more scold joyances of heavenly rapture and nirvana envisage.

It runneth like the winds and nebulous winds its glorious herald as glorious passage.And once glorious folklores goeth moribund in the mere twist of nebulous winds,sancrosanct on its pugnacious but fugacious milky way as the cosmos tintinnabulates,spareth not polymorphosis and mutants like hagiologies. Behold,burning midnight oil,beseeching paraclete for benediction,repugnant of day's gratify theatre of the absurd.A laborious feet beneath a laborious,dewed with heavenly showers of the reapers bundles.And lo,in the vacuous morning thaw,thatched by fugacity,it was an obstreperous helot and his heehaw,whose mudslinging,spareth not this pious speck,mortified his morphology,that undiluted crasses of personage,an unexpurgated mores and pristined achilles conspicuous with hagiologists

That visitant to a holy shrine,prettily supplicates his desirous breath,greedily entreats and toads his lips,with pleadings a galore,making he red and pale,in every crimson dance so febrillated,And not cloyed his wagging lips with censorious mean. Perforce will trove overflow its riverbank,wherein misty vapour,parched with blue funk,overwhelmed his unfair sight,an overarching menace,palpitating its oscillate,a palaver,embossed by gall infested pall bearing palate,palatable upon contemptuous lips when they with nebulous bossom,blots witly hanker of its blue sky.

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Entreaties spring entreaties even as entreaties plead for entreaties to greedily clamour like burning hell,whose clamour greedily stinks clamour.Narcissus irredentist so himself in a closet libation,an hepthacentric winces,hepthcentric genuflects deities above for windy benediction.In the hallo of morning mist tis tireless twists,tortuous verve,with haggard face pleads he,himself yelled and panged like a woman in labour,sowed tears yet still sobs till dusk,wreathed over desirous gilded fleece,pure same vertex,his libido,audacious to sport,hesitant grows painstaking unto its belabour.Still on his toes,with deities' lines toed;yet toffee-nosed visitant,a self touted toerag,like Sisyphus whose helot's admonition,his bone marrow disgustingly detest.Why him did you impugn,kith and kins of Grecian Sysyphus? Then why subterfuge on subterfuge,basks in his ridicule since helot's eyes,distant land and distant gale seen? Did he a clue borrowed,from searchlight beamed?

And in his eyeballs,he looked to chide. O bathos boy,refrain mortal entreaty! Laborious toil,beneath laborious sun,thronged with the smartest wrestle,an incontrovertible therapy,a balm to indolence,a medicine that wows undiluted apotheosis,whose writ ,every wriggle obeisance be. Plead so,now,if deigns fiddle,on thy mat and desirous knees,even for eternity itself cannot libate apotheosis,on thy bended knees. Fortune Keeps its apotheosis,where but indolence on the stampede. Time thwacks misery with its jaw,when the smartest toil and smartest grace persevere.O thyself brethren,not be bled,upon thy bended knees infecund.And in the morning libation,passeth his windowpane to apprise him and unto him,he saith;"Is hardwork so intemperate,o pathos boy,that winces cannot to thee succumb and toil?May it not spare thee,had thou smartest think it heavy to cult?Is thine own heart heavy that its salvo,so froth as teensy weensy or deadweight thyself cannot fire?

When in glasshouse,barely do you throw stones and when in Rome do as the Romans do.Those tearaway clubbers,revel not o revert not in their sport". To Whom,he again goofed,pleading tempo rose and windowpane shut,but he in reprisal heehaw as guffaw,obstreperous took the better part of him.And now out in a thumb,those sports synchroniously and asychroniously bedevilled himself,his hauteur his banacle,swindled his meeky face.O how the dusk skids speedily,the sissy still on bended knees,but window opened,though not to alight his siroco of sisyphean skate.And now,back from the toil of laborious sun,being now on the promenade,fondled once again his psychosis and rabid routines. Nevertheless,helot's admonition perpetually fallen on his heels,neither his heehaw nor guffaw,did the trigger pull.This ignoble clubbers,sunken morphed its palatine with molassis, Same supplication they tendered,but visitant was stupefied,when helot,his entreaty procured,succoured,by exemplification,seduced to moult.Alas,subverted piety studi

studiously inclined,now sturdily crept its mound,strenuous in the old yore,did him stripe,to elope to the strangle of ignoble den,he strewed.

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His pollard no longer seizured and from closet bended kness,in his retractile resin,that switched allegiance to helot once ridiculed.Strapping now in the moult,did his stringency fret,ovation rollicked,amidst the exhortation, Helot's reproach did not to him to condescend,tis he replicated by choice and destiny,the same treasured trove,procured,that which visitant on his bended knees,could not pronto,reposte,as if with the spirit of the beguilhg sport,hauting gongs,forbade and pool in a sinecure.

Ovation eulogised and when the mammoth had dispersed,left him standing with him,who repelled exhortation. And pronto,his chin fallen,jawdropping as helot heehawed and guffawed his teaser of temporised teeter and frittered" Had I been heard long,long ago,two glorious feet would have been this dawn celebrated."tablet of tears was his guerdon.Wail,supercilous cheeks,how come helot,,in the vacuous morning thaw,his gasconade and rodomontade,time's paroxysm,prettily rusticated and sewered its final stray?.And it was merely his guffaw that did him to moult at evasive eleventh hour,to graze he,himself,a transmogrified personage,smouldered from specious soprano? O pity boy,gan he snob tis but a twain he sops. Why art thou snob?

Ovation eulogised him,a helot of a vulgarian fraction,and when the mammoth had dispersed,left him standing with him,who repelled exhortation. And pronto,his chin fallen,jawdropping as helot heehawed and guffawed in reprisal his teaser of temporised teeter and frittered temporal;"Had I been heard long,long ago,two glorious feet would have been this dawn celebrated."tablet of tears was his guerdon,but the damage had been done.Wail,supercilous cheeks,how come helot,in the vacuous morning thaw,his gasconade and rodomontade,time's paroxysm,prettily rusticated and sewered its final straw?And it was merely his guffaw that did him to moult at evasive eleventh hour,to graze he,himself,a transmogrified personage,smouldered from specious soprano? O pity boy,gan he snob tis but a twain he sops. Why art thou snob?