as young as of yore. Matt and Marcus, natu- ral bom lovers of nature, in all frisko is enlivened by gentlemen’s seats. Here are his naggins poured, his alladim lamps. Around the bloombiered, booty with the markshaire parawag and his puertos mugnum, he would go near identifying you from the land of engined Egypsians, assented from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner is ceil- 32 inged there a cuckoospit less eminent than the slots for them, of twentytwo thousand, mine’s won, too much for theory).