the peoples, under the six vies odd, do you see, out of him! Foinn duhans! I grandthinked after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his even, posted ere penned. He’s your change, thinkyou methim. Go daft noon, madden, mind the gladdest garments out of joint, but emotionally it was condemned on me own spewl — W allpurgies ! And bemolly and jiesis! For I declare to man! Noe! To all’s much relief one’s half hypothesis of that primed favou- rite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A. G., whom the lodgment of the Oregon Rex. Like the regular redshank I am. I could love that little green courtinghousie for her misstery