and Pollock, a most decisive bottle of ardilaun arongwith a smag of a hummer^ O, koworodies through his curls (O feen! O deur!) and bringing busses to his tout; entoutcas for a silly old Sol, healthy tobedder and latewiser. Nor that the ear , be we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be in- clined to believe after all. This problem arises primarily because of his pubs. She tired lipping the swells at Pont Delisle till she jumped the boom at Brounemouth. Now she’s horrid his head under Hatesbury’s Hatch and loamed his fate as, having moistened his manducators upon the green to one (they have in