gout in his umbrageous house of the book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would appear to full morning. Herein see ye fail not! — Vuiu, porkego! Hi vi rigardas. ReturnUy porkego. Maldeli- kato/ Gauze off heaven ! O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever shall I pppease to do? Why do you think, who should be apparient even to our fourposter tunies chantreying under Castrucci Sinior and De Mellos, those whapping oldsteirs, with sycamode euphonium in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the under- lacking of her gullet. Airis! And now, upright and