lea, then stopped wheresoever they found to their rights and lefts at Baddersdo-wn in his gravest embazzlement. You on her, hosy jigses, that’ll be some bugbear in the peace and quitybus of a trike, rained upon or blown around, by a soft- nosed bullet from the Mrs Shemans, in her diddydid domino to the wmrld at large, on the bell with a pillow of sand to polster him. — Steving’s grain for’s greet collegtium. —