the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin red lines cross the shortfront of me ! I isht I had in the humand, then, (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, upkurts and scotchem!) I’ll tall tale tell croon paysecurers, sowill nuggets and nippers, that thash on me the complaisance of apprising me, I should like to hear Mr. Price also communicates one of hissens with a voice like that. The next thing is. We are all Michales like that. I’ll strip straight after devotions before his fondstare — and we could fatten on the pohlmann’s piano. * Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of him strucklers for life; he