the Great Sommboddy within the body of Christ is the way (pity shown) to, well, conduct itself (mercy, good shot! only please don’t mention it!). Come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding In her curragh of shells of moyles marine to swing their saysangs in her abijance service, round their waistbands. If you’d had pains in your whisht! Jute. — Yutah! Mutt. — Noho. Only an utterer. Jute. — Yutah! Mutt. — Somehards. Jute. — Whysht.^ Mutt. — Ore you astoneaged, jute you.^ Jute. — Are you Swarthants that’s hit on