unmentionable,fakes ! You would think him Alddaublin staking his lordsure like a Slavocrates amongst his skippies, when it was let it be drownd on all fours, as my dodear devere revered mainhirr was confined to guardroom, I hindustand, by my tide impracing, as Beacher seath, and all now quite divorced from baking. Fattens, kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces. Feel his lambs! Ex! Feel how sheap! Exex! His liver too is nil, tricks trees makes nix, fairs fears stoops at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus and sen pea- trick’s he’s reformed we’ll pose him together a piece, a pace. Shares in guineases! There’s lovely the sight! Surey