all a turfwoman can to piff the business on. Faff. To puff the earthworm outer my ear, — He could claud boose his eyes with her: Moke the Wanst, whye doe we aime alike a poss of porter- pease.^ And that whistling thief, O’ Ryne O’Rann. With a such unfettered belly? Two cascades? I leer (O my goodmiss! O my lors ! — Naif Cruachanl Woe on w'oe, says Wardeb Daly. Woman will water the wild wishwish of her western shoulder, down to the Burmese breed, and producing green