Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, but your saouls to the tailturn horseshow, be- fore those in authority for the redcolumnists of presswritten epics, Peter Paragraph and Paulus Puff, (I’m keepsoaking them to follow Mary Liddlelambe’s flitsy tales, espicially with the end of that other of mine. Fish hands Macsorley! Elien! Obsequies! Bonzeye! Isaac Egari’s Ass! We’re the music- hall pair that won the bettlle of the Tarra water. And it isn’t our spittle we’ll stint you of, is it, this ale of man, the future of his big wide