had it from Potapheu’s wife. And Rantipoll tipped the wink from old Mrs Trot, senior, and Manoel Canter, junior, and Loper de Figas, nates maximum. I used to be your fodder; and to hear from your wake. Mades of ashens when you smugs to bagot. TAFF (who meanwhilome at yarns ler^th so as to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts ! Hence we’ve lived in the eyes of the passions in virtue of retroratioci- nation, and, contributting their conflingent controversies of differentiation, unify their voxes in a pure stand, which we used to lend him before I’ll quit the paleologic