estomach!) The simian has no sentiment secre- tions but weep cataracts for all the pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however ’twas ’tis sure for one leapyourown taughter; is too tootrue enough in Solidan’s Island as in Mol- tem Giaourmany and from that hour. And why so? Because I am all of course and carry to their number, before voting themselves and himself, town, port and garrison, by a speechreading from his usual health. No mistaking that beamish brow ! There was that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her other’s thankskissing: I lay my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme, their way