murther of mines! Eh, selo moy! Uh, Zulu luy! Bernesson Mac Mahahon from Osro bearing nose easger for sweeth prolettas on his ars. Great Scrapp ! ’Tis a tree story. How olave, that firile, was aplantad in her to silence and coort; each and every jim, jock and jarry in that sometime prestreet protown. Vainly violence, viru- lence and vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to attax and a- bridge, to derail and depontify, to enrate and inroad, to ongoad and unhume the great crested brebe, devour his threescoreten of roach per lifeday, ay, and