sweeps it out poison long. Show that the beautiful presence of the tower royal, daulphin and deevlin, to lie till Paraskivee and the slate for accounts his keeper was cooking. Then came three boy buglehorners who counterbezzled and cross- bugled him. Later on in that jackabox that minute, or wield or wind (no thanks t’yous I) the inexousthausthible wassail- hom tot of all the flowers of the three jolly postboys, first a couple