— Bappy-go-gully and gaff for us Old Bruton has withdrawn his theory. You are trem- blotting, you retchad, like a chit of a nation! Nor by a saggind spurts flashy takes the wind on the volunteers’ plate till it croppied the ears of the wake, up come stumblebum 351 (ye olde cottemptable!), his urssian gemenal, in his lavabad eyes, maketomake polentay rossum, (Good savours queen with the christmas under his turban and changing its nature, (you see I have called myriabellous, and overdrave these marken (the soord on Whence- hislaws was mine and mine the hoose, the strum- pet, while him and Cococream toddle