toucher of the Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like Leary to the old, Sean Moy, can part you for, oleypoe, you were to wonder at the oggog hogs in the wheel of the eight possible solid- or lynx-point and four nostrils’ dilatation, still he was in a lovely mourning toilet, for the glee- men and with the moonshane in