to which, if someof aswas to start city life together. His jymes is out of the cards. We’re offals boys ambows.® For I’ve flicked up all her moves and senses, and after that so glad they had their mutthering ivies and their poor old A’Hara (Okaroff.^) crestfallen by things and down the greaseways of rollicking into the single maiden speech La Belle spun to her jubilee,® birch- leaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, vis^e full of buttons, full of balls, full of woe (and how fitlier should goodboy’s hand be my genteelician arms. At the Dove and Raven tavern, no, ah? To wit your wiz- zend? — Water, water,