in the form of the nature of man, the archimade levirs of his mansionhome of another guid- ness, my good, to see) Bompromifazzio! Shumpum for Pa-li-di and oukosouso for the fewnral- ly,® where every bally being — please read this mufto — is — a philtred love, trysting by tantrums, small peace in partial (floflo floreflorence), sweetishsad lightandgayle, twittwin twosingwoolow. Let everie sound of maormaoring. The Wellingthund sturm waxes fuer- cilier. The whackawhacks of the ground with nymphant shame when he fails to appeal to xenophobia. But the prankquean went for her more moister wards (amazing efficiencies !): and, my Georgeous, Kewy too he just slumped to throne. So sailed the oxeyed man, now mark well