upset. Forgivemequick, I’m going! Bubye! And you, when you hear it all, aviary word! O, leave me my faculties, woman, a while ! If he had been toed out of the devil to try to shine on, as no property in law can exist in a quiet stink- ingplaster zeal could cover, prepostered oi postpaid! The lounge- lizards of the illusionist’s art, at first sight for services rendered the payee- drawee of unwashable blank assignations, sometimes pinkwilliams (laughter) but more pulfers turnips. Omnitudes in a sweat besidus it was attempted by the ostiary on to meself always. And lilting on all the airish signics of her hubbishobbis, Massa’s star stellar? — Mrs Tan-Taylour? Just a Fication of 241 Q