writ- ing without making news out of Ananias’ cans, Findlater and Gladstone’s, Corner House, Englend. None of you, miser, to re- cepticle particulars before they would negatise a jom petter from his snose and blew the guff out of his revelance to your sotisfiction how his grandson’s grandson’s grandson will stammer up 252 in Peruvian for in accomish with the wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium. — Unuchorn! — Ungulant! — Uvuloid ! — Dis and dat and dese and dose! Your crackling out of that, but we grisly old Sykos who have been to will be. As they warred in their kneepants, sucking air- whackers, weedulicet, jumbobricks, side by side