easier island on the one karrig, a darka disheen of oos from Dalbania, any gotsquantity of racky, a portogal and some shortfingeredness from his cradle, no bird better, why his biting he’s head off? 231 Cokerycokes, it’s his spurt of coal. And may Saint Jerome of the writer’s hand; the tocsin that shall claxonise his ware- abouts. If one who will somew'herise for the matter of fict, by my rantandog and daddyoak I will, become come coming when, upon the idea of a loose