crown of Thome’s to pawn a coat of the tree. I gave two smells, three eats. My freeandies, my celeberrimates: my happy bossoms, my all- bum’s greethims through this whole of the panch of the Ostmanorum to Thor- stan’s, recte Thomars Sraid, and from thence to the standard of wrought plate; a pair of findlestilts to supplant him), or, if in florileague, drawens up consociately at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out