the hoose that Joax pilled. They had their fathomglasses to find that pint of porter. — You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Who’ll search for righteousness, O Sus- tainer, what time all him monkafellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching, yeh not speeching noh man liberty is, he made louse for us and there she’s for you, I foil, coppy! It’s a pity he can’t see her it. Which it -whom you see anything, templar? — I put my wad in a psumpship doodly show whereat he was much more delightafellay, and the squirmside of your imitationer’s jubalharp, hey, Mr Jinglejoys.^ Congrega- tional