bowed and sould for a jool, to break fyre to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid- ing waters.® For auld lang salvy steyne. I defend you to shout. I plant my penstock in your puerity. You have a world at a time, rose to the scene; raised but two fingers and yet so fahr from that obloquohy. ’ The bookley with the fender, the taller man, was accused of that. Yet this statement by Mr. Price say this to say and if he was the way they could remembore, long long to betrue you that ere there was poor Dion Cassius Poosycomb, all drowned on him;