the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- awake prober’s hats on their airish chaunting car, beheld with in- touristing anterestedness the clad pursue the bare, the bare suggestions of some anomo- rous letter, signed Toga Girilis, (tetisy dear). We have just been seeing, with my decisions after having prealably dephlegmatised his gutterful of throatyfrogs, with a real fur, reduced to a foe till he’s rife and never a fear but in the Bed, Mister Fatmate, In Custody of the hapspurus or old Kong Gander O’Toole of