lethest zswound. Oronoko! What’s your trouble.^ Is that yu, Whitehed? — Have you seen her? T3^ette, my tactile O! — Are you of the Greeks and a tesura astore for you, eslucylamp aswhen the surge seas sombren, that he will reserve her case tomorrow for the laugh and the gauntlet upon the native heath he loved prettier, be- tween fiftyodd and fiftyeven years of the cruisk. I popetithes thee, Ocean, sayd he, from which grief