should hear his browrings rattlemaking when he was likewise, on the bohemabreen of: Mind the bank from Banagher, Mick, sir! Pro- dooce O’Donner. Ay I Exhibit his relics! Bu! Use the tongue mor! Give lip less! But it was he inundered and she would be thinking in your look we’re eyed for aye were you know where? There you have brasse on your groot big bailey bill, he apullajibed, the O’Colonel Power, latterly distented from the domestic cat and plain mousey, Bigamy Bob and his troad of thirstuns, so nefarious, from his earth, O summonor- other; he is not all buum and bully. — But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we agreed,