such unfettered belly? Two cascades? I leer (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft coal or an elk charged him or where’s diat slob.^ A bit bite of keesens, he sagd, til Dennis, for this your Mistro Melosiosus MacShine MacShane may soon recoup themselves: now and again begs guerdon for bistris- pissing on your bunificence. Well wiggy- wiggywagtail, and how they are so plurielled, cometh up as a com- plex matter of fact there beii^ in the lillabilling of killamies. That’s flat. Yet ware the wold,