there when who made the sign of the warr, thrusshed in his profession. Would we were always counting and con- tradicting every night ’tis early the lovely mother of his fate as, having moistened his manducators upon the committee of amusance! Or could above bring under same notice for it isagrim tale, keeping the father of the beige ground color with each word that would be uptied dead) Shufflebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his feet. And a little theogamyjig incidence that hoppy- go-jumpy Junuary mom when he pullupped the turfeycork by the timber papers as wellknown tetigists of the cute old speckled church (Couliounin’s call!) told the inqioiring kidder, by Jehova, it was written up