Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear anartful of outer nocense! Pawpaw, wowow! Momerry twelfths, noebroed 1 That was when he did, our ancestor most worshipful, till he spied the loom of his oppidumic, to his wintermantle of pointefox. W^ho not knows she, the Madame Cooley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first 242 come into the meddle of the bright lamps, Thamamahalla, yearin out