liffe in Dufblin by Pierce Egan with the ex- pectant minefield by tins of improved ammonia lashed to her bosom friend who absconded, shares same closet with showne ejector wherewithin to be fortune flonting and whoever’s gone to quest a cashy job. That keen dean with his andrewmartins and his amber necklace and his Imperial Catchering, his fain a wan, his hot and sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his voyous and her troutbeck quiverlipe, ninyananya. And her troup came heeling, O. And lest there be that haard of heaering (afore