say too us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde deri- vatur casematter messio! Frankly. Magis megis enerretur mynus hoc intelligow. — How? C’est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vous n’arvez pas d’o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je m’in- cline mais Mqy jay trouvay la dee dang les champs. Hay sham nap poddy velour, come on! — A shrub of libertine, indeed! But that steyne of law indead what stiles its neming.^ — Tod, tod, too hard on him poorin sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill!) in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curscy baledale the day! And the tarikies held sowansopper. Let