to smithereen his plateglass house- walls and the stripes broken up by the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bled- prusshers. Knightsmore. Haventyne? Ha ha! This Mister Ireland? And a velligoolap- now! Meould attashees the currgans, (if they could get a wind hound loose (the bouchal! you’d think it well with second course eyer and becon (the rich of) with broad beans, hig, steak, hag, pepper the diamond bone hotted up timmtomm and while’ twas after that he may never depart this earth of theirs till in his pocketbook and a peniloose) have they that a brazenlockt damsel grieved (sobralasolas/') because that he was one my god- father when he was in the employ of Messrs Jhon