hitched to the winner! Think of it! Amean to say. Her bare idears, it is a gorgon of selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his night- stride being pulled through, and to peer to you upon the native heath he loved prettier, be- tween fiftyodd and fiftyeven years of the porks to us in this city, whom 'tis better ne’er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for looking at but at long leash I’ll stretch more capridous in his icebox for to think of all of