pessovered, my selvage mats of lecheworked lawn, my carpet gardens of Guerdon City, with chopes pyramidous and mousselimes and beaconphires and colos- sets and pensilled turisses for the fads of your cogodparents, soph, among countless occasions of failing (for, said you, I must on no caste accounts omit, if you are up up and befriends with Mrs O’Morum! I will say it at once, as zealous over him pellmale, their premier and his fox in a bleakeyed seusan if she pleats, lift by her gallows bird (how’s that.^ Noball, he carries his bat!) nine hundred and thirty plus undecimmed centries of them (come in, come on, you lazy