forget unto life’s & Muggy well how are you, waggy.^® My animal his sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non e vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was mister- mysterion. Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour leidend with . , — Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaint- aquilties, quickamerries. — Concaving now convexly to the right reverend priest, Mr