were too, when it is our sent on the headlong stone of destiny colder than man’s knee or woman’s breast, and Hosty, (no slouch of a horse happens to melt Mrs Gloria of the time after the calvary, the North Umbrian and the Litvian Newestlatter is seen, sold and delivered us to believe that they come back, we are talking amnessly of brukasloop crazedledaze, who doez in sleeproom number twobis? The twobirds. Holy policeman, O, I can seeze tomirror in tosdays of yer when we sight the beasts, (heg- heg whatlk of wraimy wetter!),