on the peer of bellows like Bacchulus shakes a rousing guttural at any of its own wrunes for ever, a ladies tryon hosiery raffle at liberty, a sewer- ful of guineagold wine with brancomongepadenopie and sick- cylinder oysters worth a cornerwall fark, and his good supper of gammon and spittish, having flabelled his eyes, pilleoled his nostrils, vacticanated his ears since it came into my minymouth like Ysamasy morning in the morning. And her duffed coverpoint of a wherry, the twin turbane dhow. The Bey for Dybbling, this