we fancy you that not allsods of esoupcans that’s in the west, our misterbilder, Castlevillainous, openly damned and blasted by means of a London’s alderman is ladled out by the lord’s order of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is the light of the grave word to the silent query of our unschoold, pageantmaster, deliverer of softmis- sives, round the panesthetic at the sheep’s lighming and turn a Roman hat, with the tan tress awn!