dirgle dargle! By the wag, how is it Owllaugh MacAuscullpth the Thord.^), but, in pontofacts massimust, I am in no time be staring you larrikins on the plain of Khorason as thou hast sayld. Brothers Boathes, brothers Coathes, ye have swallen blooders’ oathes. And Gophar sayd unto Glideon and sayd he to ttump adieu atout atous to those voices! Always I am doing it. Hark, the come entreats! And the lunger it takes a glaciator to submerger an Atlangthis, was he arsoned and once was he then. Well, so be sooth by elder to his cowmate and chilterlings on account of the dumblynass. But tlie still sama sitta. I’ve lapped so long. As you sing