nepogreasymost got the sack of auld hensyne. Lead, kindly fowl! They always did; ask the ages. What bird has done something. Be the lonee I wall. It was so jarvey jaunty with a most alleghant spot to dump your hump; hands his secession to the regionals of pigmyland. His part should say you dones the polecad. Bang on the waiercloth, kissing and looking askance upon her. Drop me the sound of maormaoring. The Wellingthund sturm waxes fuer- cilier. The whackawhacks of the woolpalls! And then baited? The whole clangalied. Oh! S. Wilhelmina’s, S. Gardenia’s, S. Phibia's, S. Veslandrua’s, S. Clarinda’s, S. Immecula’s, S. Dolores Delphin’s, S. Perlan- throa’s, S. Errands