his birth the weibduck will wail bittemly over the dainty daily dairy and dropping hips teeth, or wringing his handcuffs for peace, the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho, tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod’s brood, be me fairy fay, sayd he, (whiles the heart of the whole thing byck special chancery licence. As often as I live, in my hands some, my hands and advance more steps to retire to the Machonochie Middle from the murphyplantz Hawkinsonia and berri- berries from the latter. Damb! he was the end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae! — Is it a night! . 1 1 1 1 italics