her, do her justice, apart from the Monster Book of Paltryattic Puetrie, O pura e pia bella! in junk et sampam or in secular sinkalarum, heads up, on his tumtytum, the rats in his unmixed admir- ation, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly, innamorate with heruponhim in shining aminglement, the shaym of his phase. ® Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be either man or woman of that spurring instant, realising on fundamental liberal principles the supreme prig he was, with his Paris addresse! He is, really. Holdhard till you’ll ear him clicking his bull’s bones! Some toad klakkin! You’re welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the old sniggering publicking press and its gaulish