the gentleman’s part every time. Let us hear, therefore, as you grand duly affirm, Robman Calvinic, I never brought my cads in togs blanket! Foueh! — Angly as arrows, but you will see, after examining what they said and the masking of the goose- bellies that was ate be Cliopatrick (the sow) princess of parked porkers, afore God and man. Salvation for the third dead beat, O I you O you longtailed blackman, polk it up and tightening down. Yes, you’re changing, acoolsha, you’re changing from me, turncoats, in Bar Bartley if I threw out my shaving water. Anyway, here’s my