breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's
life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven
help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced
diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv-
ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in-
dices, it agins to pear like it,par my fay,and there is no use for your
pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood
claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green ¹ to take