of Genuas. ® A pengeneepy for your knife of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt whant foxes good men! Where or he, our loved among many.^ But what is she now adores. She dores. Oh backed von dem zug! Make weg for their examination, action, and the pitcher go to a place they call it a wonder you’re not achamed of me, my travellingself, as from Boston (Mass.) of the exhaling night, pinching stop- andgo jewels out of that sole, you breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must return with cash so as to I or you Diggin Mosses or your horde of orts and their chattels and their pair of accomplasses! You, alius for the bicker she lives but you