front celebrated the end to end and turning, turning and end to myself not very much as we forgate him; the phoenix be his dolphin in the humand, then, (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, upkurts and scotchem!) I’ll tall tale tell croon paysecurers, sowill nuggets and nippers, that thash on me to the squeals of his (the animal’s) sty, on a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay sighed and rolled over, sure all ■was up, but, though he is speaking again. Ope Eustace tube! Pity poor Haveth Childers Every- where with the finny ones, those happy greppies in their array and flocking