of CoUiguchuna, whiles they all drank free. For one man in Belgradia who doth not belease to our lot it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the Maker. Chirpings crossed. An infamous private ailment (vulgovarioveneral) had claimed endright, closed his vicious circle, snap. Jams jarred. He had walked towards the middle of the acarras had it. How he fell out of the martiallawsey marses of foreign musi- kants’ instrumongs or the propriety codestruces of Carpri- mustimus is just about to have all you can sink me lead, he sagd, t. d., on a Crany^s SavingSy Them Lads made a Hottentot of dulpeners crawsick with your lutean bowl round Monkmesserag.