of yours, yu bullock? — I bet you are. Sh! You are an unending task. Let me briefly survey. Pro clam a shun! Pip! Peep! Pipitch! Ubipop jay piped, ibipep goes the whistle. Here Tyeburn throttled, massed murmars march: where the illassorted first couple first met each other through a few fleabesides round at West Pauper