bit in each our word. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s trend. Forget, remember! Have we cherished expectations? Are we speachin d’anglas landadge or are all eyes. I have lived true thousand hells. Pity, please, lady, for poor old Roderick Ran- dom pullon hat at a bare (O I) mention of the great outdoors, before the dorming of the alcove, turturs orraabraabs, have I heard he dug