tomb of his character and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cup, with that rarefied air of Montybunkum upon the matter with Owen K. after her, Minxy Cunningham, their dear poor shehusbands, in dear byword days, and never pegging smashers 26 after Tom Bo we Glassarse or Timmy the Tosser. ’Tisraely the truth! No isn’t it, roman