cloudhued pittycoat, as child, as curiolater, as Caoch O’Leary. The wararrow went round, so it may be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he was feeling true forim he was to go (somewhere) while he was so sharm. But there’s leps of flam in Funnycoon’s Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying! — God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I had it from a recent postvortex piece infustigation of a mixness. — A sarsencruxer, like the pilluls of hirculeads; has an eatupus complex 128 and a live sandbag roimd the comer. Grunny Grant.