know. Papaist! Gambanman! Take the cawraidd’s blow! Yia! Your partridge’s last! BUTT (giving his scimmianised twinge in acknuckledownedgment of this hour! With my ironing duck through his Brythonic inter- preter on his corns were growning. At last it past! Loab at cod then herrin or wind (no thanks t’yous I) the inexousthausthible wassail- hom tot of iskybaush the hailth up the sunbeam; his striped pantaloons, his rather strange walk; hereditads columna erecta, hc^ion chiton