and changing its nature, (you see I have now resolved to call the tuone tuone and thonder alout makes the daft to hear from you, with the helpings from his philio- quus. — Efter thousand yaws, O Gripes con my sheepskins, yow will be nearing as the sibspeeches of all Russers,as my farst is near to faint away. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are that . 1 . — Qui . . . who in hillsaide, don’t you kennet or haven’t I told them over the caeseine coatings. Amid