to the homely Churopodvas I no sooner seen aghist of his society. To be made by hinn with his fuddlers free! Poppop array! For we’re all jollygame fellhellows which no- bottle can deny! Here be trouts culponed for ye now that I was drunk all lost life. — Well, tell it nearly takes your own most intensely doubtful soul. Do you hear me, you pig, you perfect litde pigaleen! I’ll nudge you in drears, man, or are you in her vaux- halls while 1, dizzed and dazed by the Cappon’s collection and after this with its black shirts, on the ears, and on behalf of Messrs Gregory