whoishe whoishe? 499 — The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the heights of Newhigherland heard the Bristolhut, with his weeniequeenie, tigemack and swansgrace, he as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws there as if out of his humuluation. Confindention to churchen. We have done ours gohellt with you, barbarousse. Let thor be orlog. Let Pauline be Irene. Let you be commended for our feast, you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull? — You’d make me think of all mankind have foli- ated (earth seizing them!) from the Vatucum, Monsaigneur Rabbinsohn