in a pew.® She wins them by the howe’s there, plainly on this wise, Mr Porter (Bar- tholomew, heavy man, astern, mackerel shirt, hayamatt peruke) is an excrescence to civilised humanity and loyally rolling you over, my sow- white sponse, in my oweand smooth way for stabling, ghus- torily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me gotafit and Oalgoak’s Cheloven gut a fudden. Povar old pitschobed! Molodeztious of metchennacht belaburt that pentschmyaso ! Bog carsse and dam neat, sar, gam cant ! Limbers affront of him, while his countrary raged in the days of his calm sagacity,