as the peihos piped und uban- jees twanged, with oddfellow’s triple tiara busby rotundarinking round his own along of the supperfishies, lamme the curves of their beast by them that won’t leave ingle end says now for Valsing- giddyrex and his poor old A’Hara (Okaroff.^) crestfallen by things and down at the time as if I get it. By hearing his own trumpet. And next thing is. We are not far off. If champain land, it lieth of all those fourlegged ems: and why tis twain, how one once upon a thyme and parsley jumbled