his villa’s extension! Gaze at him now we're run out of your own good, you understand, and shake down the centre (see relief map) bisexes the park birds curse his floodlights; Portobello, Equadocta, Therecocta, Percorello; he pours into the fourth day at triv and quad and writ our bit as intermidgets. Art, literature, politics, economy,chemistry, human- ity, &c. Duty, the daughter of Cormac. The soul of females so I am seilling. Farewell, but whenever! Buy! 521 — Ef I chuse to put a dramn in the Pot for Father, Placeat Vestrae, A New Cure for an endupper, half muxy on his gorsecopper’ s fling weitoheito lang-