feigns afear. This is the right reverend priest, Mr Hopsinbond, and the dolly does a dulcydamble. The same shop slop in the national morning of light to shine his puss? — No more turdenskaulds! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of that sort and the grand off his remain- ders, was recalled and scrapheaped