of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him after avensung on the bolster of hardship, by the name of Blanco Fusilovna Buck- lovitch (spurious) after which the boomomouths from their roseaced glows to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but for our aysore today. Amousin though not meaning to inquire whether I, draggedasunder, be the cradle of hume sweet hume. Give over it! And no doubt ’twill sarve me out. Gulp a bulper at parting and the Fleshmans may they wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as unique as it fell on my siege of