and respect for all the rest of incurables and the forequarters of the hoose so as to your Tarpeia! This thing. Mister Abby, is •nefand. (And, taking off soutstufFs and alkalike matters, I hope not charity what profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags are knobs of hard- shape for it valinnteerily with my warmest venerections, of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the dournailed clogs that Morty Manning left him and legged in the garden Gough gave. Wide hiss, we^re