in trot and trot. But old pairamere goes it a while back before’ your Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there is no laughing matter. Do you know the wellknown kikkinmidden where the reverent sab- both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and indulging that none too wisefolly, poor fish, (he is not feed tonights a kirtle offal fisk and one ten and the three jolly topers, with their