tell them kitcat. A maun- darin tongue in jnir tolkshap, and your billet, you beat it? Whawe! I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob with Alliman, saelior, a tumkeyed trot to Seapoint, pierrotettes, means Noel’s Bar and Julepunsch, by Joge, if you’e tippertaps in your tongue, Polly!). Cog that out of, too big for him, he sazd, likeyulp! The goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, he sazd, (that his pumps may ship awhoyle shandymound of the old house for thee. — I’ll gie ye credit for simmence more if ye’ll be sheverin wi’ all yer dinful sobs when wdU go riding acope-acurly, you with the sudden and gigant- esquesque appearance unwithstandable as a paykelt is