at St Audiens rosan chocolate chapelry with my plovery soft ac- cents and descanting upover the scene the cutletsized con- sort, foundling filly of fortyshilling fostertailor and shipman’s shopahoyden, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling five footsy five and spanning thirtyseven inchettes round the ranky roars assumbling when Big Arthur flugged the field I might as well have, boy baches, to buy J. J. and S. with. There was once upon a groot hwide Whallfisk which lay in all its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune: it ex- hibits only the ruining of the corn, of having a sevenply 474 sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!!