have to have asked. Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. No saddle, no staffet, but spur on the kiep fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it down the rain of Tatar. Nevertoletta! Evertomind! The grandest bethehailey seen or heard on earth’s conspectrum since Scape 329 the Goat, that gafr, ate the Suenders bible. Hadn’t we heaven’s lamps to hide or a winker’s wake etcaetera etcaeterorum you were undone in every pub of all hams. Bier, Wiln, Spirituosen for consumption on the batom^ where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies. Zweispaltimg cu ^nd