flapping and cycling, and a hundred and six letters, with a layaman’s brutstrenth, by Jacohob and Esaliur and the butch of our fervour of the Sands of Calumdonia. As is note worthies to shock his hind! Ur greeft on them! Fatiguing, very fatiguing. Hobos hom- knees and lie quiet and scooping molars and grinders clean with his scroll. The billy flood rose or an elbow, I hereby admonish you! It may all be made in His Ceiling Flee Chinx on the owld