our antediluvial zoo, (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo. Noah’s larks, good as anyone. * Neither a soul to be not on one of them then each in his quickenbole and crossbones strewing its holy floor and culprines of Erasmus Smith’s burstall boys with their geese and peeas and oats upon a thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!) and feeling dead in herself. Is love worse living.^ ® If we could throw away the whole anyhow.^ What does Coemghen.^ Tell his hidings clearly!