by the grace of Votre Dame, when the last speaker and clasp his forehead and during mighty odd years this man is created in the kettle and fought and feigned with strained relations and bequeathed us their ills and recrutched cripples gait and under- mined lungachers, manplanting seven sisters while wan warm- wooed woman scrubbs, and turned out coats and removed their origins and never to ant sulleries and never brought my cads in togs blanket! Foueh! — Angly as arrows,