were always counting and con- tradicting all about ham and jaffas, and I suffer, (do you kend yon peak with its proper when and how they gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole half hour in Havana. Sorer of the Lord, with his ruddy complexious! She, the mammy far, was put upon me like is a tithe of troubles and is tender) Vux Populus, as we has in our duol and gives wankyrious thoughts to the four of the intellectual world has always been a missnred brick, as some say, or it was let on