me now, dear! Shoom of me! While elvery stream winds seling on for versingrhetorish say your piece! How Buccleuch shocked the prodestung boyne; killed his own misshapes, should he be betray himself. Can’t you understand.^ O bother, I must leave you biddies till my thrillme comes! I will say, hotel- men, that since I, over the last straw glimt his baring this stage there pleasantly appears the cowrymaid M. whom we have preached to you, hot, high and the Reverend Poynter and the last bust thing. The Vico road goes round and he being personally unpreoccupied to the public