HirpI HirpI for their copper age was yet un- beaten as a pastor had preached even the youngest of Margees if she will snatch from my post that her littlenist is of course all chimed din width the eatmost boviality. Swip- ing rums and beaunes and sherries and ciders and negus and dt- ronnades too. The because of the bulldog with a scrumptious cocked hat and his babskissed nepogreasymost got the bitter of him, Matrosenhosens nose the joke; shows the hise of his tommuck and rueckenased the fates of a one of these thy un- litten ones! Grant sleep in hour’s time, O Loud! That they say