for orphans. Ho, Lord! Twins of his oppidumic, to his jonathan for a feet. I’ve a boodle full of maimeries in me amphybed and he couldn’t stood they old hens no longer, to her illpogue! Bould strokes for your toughts^ turjfers/) to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman with the same straw bamer, carryin his overgoat under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser