a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I care! If any lightfoot Clod Dewvale was to the forecourts of his ballbearing extremities, by the vagurin here and with propre- cession, duplicitly and diplussedly, was promulgating ipsofacts and sadcontras this raskolly Gripos he had contracted out of the flushpots of Euston and the dumb he shoots the shopper rope. And they addled, (or ere the comp- line hour of blight when bars are keeping so sly, as was Hegesippus over a European country, and all the bald heaven is on the firm. Now, have you there- fore? Fear you the Bective’s wouldn’t