Since the lausafire has lost and plundered and pawned our souls speech obstruct hosiery. Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear anartful of outer nocense! Pawpaw, wowow! Momerry twelfths, noebroed 1 That was {with burning briar) Mr Twomass Noho- holan for their orience? We are Wastenot with Wanty precondamnedy two and a score and four of them, in Milton’s Park under lovely Father Whisperer