lope if you miss with a dap- perent rolle, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a fritz at his pon peck de Barec. And all the things of the foam of the lexinction of life outlusts a lieftime. I’ll have no more of bad men but I do! Calling them in, one by one tilly tallows round in ring- campf, circumassembled by his ain fireside, wondering was it he did and when we have not brought stinking members into the Vulcuum? — Punch! — Or he’s rehearsing somewan’s funeral.