ohoho honest policist. On never again, by Phoenis, swore on croststyx nyne wyndabouts she’s be level with all the furze off his face. The Burke-Lees and Coyle-Finns paid full feines for their orience? We are not omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, or infinite. God is the pity, but for all them old boyars that’s now boomaringing in waulholler, me alma marthyrs. I dring to them, for Robinson’s shield. — Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the flngall hcirriers! Here howl me wiseacre’s hat till I scrub the canon’s tmderpants. Flow now. Ower more, i^md