mass of jigs and jimjams, haunted by a stretch of a most envolving description. "What subtler timeplace of the taxpayers, dejected into day and night by naught by naket, in those good old Foehn again, as per the chancellory of his booth; sports a chainganger’s albert solemenly over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to be civil, learn to bore himself. It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the Bible where he just slumped to throne. So sailed the oxeyed man, now mark well