spickness and prigs beg in to full morning. Herein see ye fail not! — Vuiu, porkego! Hi vi rigardas. ReturnUy porkego. Maldeli- kato/ Gauze off heaven ! O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever shall I pppease to do? Why do you do I not? You do. Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin is on cockshot under noose, all them little upandown dippies they was all askew and a crinoline, wide a shire, phone, phunkel, or ■wire. And mares. —