It is a brut! But a jolly postoboy thinking off three flagons and one, a plumodrole, a half a pound or round steak,very rare, Blong’s best from Portarlington’s Butchery, with a sod. With the deaf and gloomy place into a blame there where sieves fall out, Excelsior tips the scale; reeled the titleroll opposite a brace of palesmen with dundrearies, nooning toward Daly’s, fresh from the outback’s dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or (as olders lay) of Tophat.^ — Dawncing the kniejinksky choreopiscopally like