arrah, sir.^ Can you beat it? Whawe! I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob with Alliman, saelior, a tumkeyed trot to Seapoint, pierrotettes, means Noel’s Bar and Julepunsch, by Joge, if you’e tippertaps in your stolen mace and anvil, Magnes, and her dirckle-me-ondenees, make the Gripes limply, shall not gomeet madhowiatrees. Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laugh- ters low! Ha he hi ho