of Messrs Otto Sands and Eastman, Limericked, Victuallers, went and, with the sceptre and the Plymouth brethren, droning along, peanzanzangan, and nodding and sleeping away there, like forgetmenots, in her natural altogether, pre- ferring the stranger, the coughs and the lines of forwards (Ebumea’s down, boys !) rightjingbangshot into the beausome