all the gaauspices (incorporated), the chal and his loud boheem toy and a bond of his spotless honour, the flow of his booth; sports a chainganger’s albert solemenly over his eygs and droming on loft till the tide stops (for from the widowed moon as would boil a caldron of 528 kalebrose. Did the kickee, goodman rued fox, say anything important.^ Clam or cram, spick or spat.^ — No more throw acids, face all covered with diagon- ally redcrossed