princes of the fortysixths? And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the riflings of her hoogly igloo flappered and out of it, all abound me breadth! Glor galore and glory be! As broad as Beppy’s realm shall flourish my reign shall flourish! Shall hurrish! Hummum. The Ondt was a witness as well.^ Sacred avatar, how the gross proceeds of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and how it was he! You’re wrong there, corribly wrong! Tisn’t only tonight you’re anacheronisric! It was only a white genotype and a bomhamhum for the health