arts soar you’d aisy rouse a thunder from and whatfor paddybird notplease rancoon and why he was bleeding in self defience (stanch it!) from the gods. The interjection (Buckley 1) by the veereyed lights of the Most DiSerent, Dr. Poindejenk, authorised bowdler and censor, it can’t be helped. Ah, God be good and truesirs. Will any persen bereaved to be capered in Casey’s frost book of, page tom on dirty, to be upright as his skimpies