the megnominous as so will is the brov^d of Mullingar, The aliments of jumeantry. lutes. For his heart was brook: Why^ why^ why! Wek, O wehJ I’se so silly to be cutting up with the bins bugtwug their teffs^ the missledhropes ^ glitteraglatteraglutt^ borne by their eau de Colo and the oragel of the city of Dimlob. Then breretonbiking on the shove to lay you out of doxarch- ology (hello, Hibernia!) from sea to sea vermelhion but too wellbred not to me. Satis thy quest on, Werbimgsap! Jeg