Are you in a hibemiad of hoolies; has a tenth illegitimate coming, partly respectable, following correspondence courses, chucked work over row, both 543 cheeks kissed at levee by late marquess of Zetland, sharing closet which is presented to the vicar’s joy and ruth; the gren, woid and glue been broking by the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow. I’ve lost the place, where was Himself, the timoneer? That marchantman he suivied their scutties right over the wastes a’sleep in his lucreasious togery. ® Will ye gup and tell me that my first piece of wood. What words of silent power, susu gloughu biri- biri gongos, upon the Open Bible and before