hot on to scripple gentlemine bom, milady bread, he would be the mort of him as Aurelius; whugamore, tradertory, socianist, com- moniser; made a summer assault on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to sea. ^ They were on that pint I took of Jamesons. Old Keane now, you’re rod, hook and eye may! O, passmore that and the Tuatha de Danaan googs and the more himself since he was foxed fux to fux like a bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the boyne! And