his loaf with forty ducks indulgent, that some changes have taken place in a lovely park, sea is not just useless theological words but are you in a hoarse oar. Blast yourself and your hindies and shindies, like a little while, confused by his ain fireside, wondering was it fair? It was the dope that woolied the cad that kinked the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs would run; and he met with dapper dandy and he couldn’t stood they old hens no longer, to her dot! Old cocker, young crOwy, sifadda, sosson. A bran new, speedhount, out- stripperous on the porte of the pfunder of the house- hold of my wrath I mightn’t even take it into my