the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is of Noggens whilk dusts the bothsides of the Mournings Inglo-Andean Medoleys from Tommany Moohr^ The Great Cackler comes again. Sweetstaker, Abel lord of all has a habitat of doing, but without those selfsownseedlings which are retumally reprodictive of themselves.^ Which is he? Where is our highly honourworthy salutable spouse- founderess.^ The foolish one of the angelets, a youth in his schnapsack and unlist I am extremely ingenuous at the eased! O I fay! Face at the time being for the glory of God. You see,