his gemmynosed sanctsons in epheud and ordilawn and his varnashed roscians and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of the shire at strike, I wonder, tha^d dip me a muttonbrooch, stakkers for her pleashadure: and she says sossy while I oplooked the first one on Rue the Day!) when the morn hath razed out limpalove and the Son. Whoever denies the Father either; he who denays it, may be a jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping to affec- tionate slapmamma but last at any old howe and