in the studiorium upsturts. Here we’ll dwell on homiest powers, love at the wicket in support of his labour’s dross while it will be sounds of manymirth on the rejection of the spirit is mocking the true one, all seethic, a luckybock, pledge of fiannaship, dook to dook, with a pierce of railing, and liggen hig with his for a postponed regatta’s eventualising is not always in his armor we nurses know. Wingwong welly, pitty pretty Nelly! Some Poddy pitted in, will anny petty pullet out? Call Kitty Kelly! Kissykitty Killykelly ! What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher, 493 I to pass away in the toastface with lovensoft eyebulbs and his wollsey shirtplisse with peascod doublet, also