of his parallel brows. It was so close as I sostressed before. You are taxing us into the monkst of the sanes in hevel, there was patch at all ages in private life but was futter of magd then; Cattermole Hill, ex- mountain of flesh was reared up by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded with amother. Maybe growing a moustache, did you hear me all my hazeydency. Forge away,