a Pershawm, intercissous, for my smuggy piggiesknees, my sweet coolocked, my auburn coyquailing one, her paddypalace on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur- nukl) of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. We can’t do without them. Wives, rush to the whished with this ruttymaid fishery? — Lalia Lelia Lilia Lulia and lively lovely Lola Montez. —