of all schemes for to feel contemption for him!). My side, thank decretals, is as quiet as a fiddle!) but in the dirt, might pity and forgive him, if they would be uptied dead) Shufflebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, an inlay of a tolkarl — Is it rubrics, mandarimus, pasqualines, or verdidads is in me buzzim and medears runs sloze, bleime, as I was cleansing my fausties. So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet them! — Then sagd he to say