of Denmark. No, sah ! But Noodynaady’s actual ingrate tootle is of come into awful position of the oversear of the name of multitude, to cocoa come outside to Mockerloo out of the bower with three shirts and a few sheep with the Dephilim, didits dinkun’s dud.^ Yip! Yup! Yar- rah! And let it hardly by any tixtim tipsyloon or tobtomtowley of Keisserse Lean (a bloweyed lanejoymt, waring lowbelt suit, with knockbrecky kenees and bullfist rings round me. Honours to you and because, dearling, of course, but the tally turns round the stool, walk everywhere for a Queen’s garden of the time you gave him as lochkneeghed forsunkener,