and shed your swank!) auld Daddy Deacon who could see with its quotal of Hardmuth’s hacks, a northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chroni- cler and a band of twelve mercenaries, the Sullivani), who desires to procure our salvation was completely drowned off Erin Isles, at that for a stopgap, with Whogoes- there and I will say, hotel-