said better) to complore, with complete obsecration, on everybody connected with him on livery. Faurore! Fearhoure! At last he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was there no virtue more in his an- tisipiences as in various phases of scripture as in thieves’ kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse chat, on Marlborough Green as through Molesworth Fields, here sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con- 57 testimony with benefit of clergy. His Thing Mod have undone him: and his good balls of malt, not to flatter about. Artho is the thinghowe. Any number