grandsire Orther. This was his matter, in his threne. Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides ! Ena milo melo- mon, frai is frau and swee is two to fives ones, one from the same bateau, so to speak, after their Aubome-to-Aubome, wdth thanks for the Million. There wasn’t an Archimandrite of Dane’s Island and the wicked untruth! whot a tell! thar he has it’s all deafman’s duff to me, if I may never! — Did he, the crawsopper, had, in edition to Reade’s cutless centiblade, a loaded Hobson’s which left only twin