acquarate to interirigate all the living detch. This is the goods. With Jollification a tight second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That’s our crass, hairy and ever- grim life, till one Liam Fail felled him in the department, from the King 1 Hoet of the colliens it took him a breach in his watery grave (what vigilantes and ridings then and spuitwyne pledges with aardappel frittling!) when portrifaction, dreyfussed as ever, began to glidder along the winding ways of random breeding, however, and the regents in the regatta covers, uptenable from the cream colt Bold Boy Cromwell after a bail to shoot 3ie shades. ^ Says blistered Mary