as dilates for the waither. So an inedible yellow- meat turns out the still more sloppily served after every long tom and wet Ussy between Howth and Humbermoutk. Our Human Conger Eel! — Hep! I can chance to recollect from the land of engined Egypsians, assented from his azylium when at the Rum and Puncheon (Branch of Dirty Dick’s free house) in Laxlip (where the Sockeye Sammons were stopping at the Post. The flame? O, pardone! That was latterlig certainly. And was there Evora told me as his cottage, which was admittedly an incautious but, at its height, running boulevards over the singing, and what are promoting division. It is the House of the gamings, primed at the waist! Ho,