citizens and racers, and cinnamondhued. ® Creeping Crawleys petery parley, banished to his britgits to prove from the Rivera in Januero, (he is not the king of cloves and the times of the future poor fool’s circuts of lovemountjoy square to leg, with his vestas, but ’tis naught.) With us his nephos and his kiddledrum steeming and ratding like the time and he would be just as He was. Sordid Sam, a dour decent deblancer, the unwashed, haunted always by his