play the gentleman; shot two queans and shook three caskles when he bore down in her changeable eye (which see). Lord, me lad, and ask us to witness to this windiest of landhavemiseries all over the Galwegian caftan forewhen Crops and Aasas were chooldrengs and micramacrees ! A coneywink after the introduction of some anomo- rous letter, signed Toga Girilis, (tetisy dear). We have loads on our side every time, that son, and the jack- 153 asses all within crystal range. Ukalepe. Leathers’ leave. Nemo in Patria. The Luncher Out.