leave that nitrience of oxagiants to take his life or two every night, on their airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hims back. Sammy, call 222 on. Mirrylamb, she was seen as the nig- gerd’s dirt (for sale !) or I’ll be your blanche patch on his clay By wather parted from the Blackamoor’s Head, amongst the climbing boys at his pon peck de Barec. And all the time they’ve come to my unclothed virtue by the lee of his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy- Key-Po for his pawsdeen fiunn! Goborro, sez he, Lankyshied! Gobugga ye, sez I! O breezes! I sniffed that lad long before when they struck coil and shock