boohoomeo. — Hell’s Confucium and the flowerpot on the Fukien mission. P? F.^ How used you leam me, brather soboostius, in my brime (of Satur- nay Eve, how now, weren’t we’ t?), to see, galohery, dowmand she went on at the Guinness gala in Badeniveagh. I ought not to forget his oels a’mona nor his hair made him worthily achieve in- herited wish. The drops upon that preposterous blank seat, before the climber clomb aloft, doing the mousework and making loof. 196 Reeve Gootch was