MANKIND, says a C, o me, for t seventy te t raing it from t as to t obscurely ed at by t Confucius in ter of ations, erm Cerally t goes on to say, t t of roasting, or ratake to be tally discovered in ti,  into to collect mast for  tage in t son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, o a bundle of stra of till it o asogettage (a sorry antediluvian make-s of a building, you may t), ter of neeemed a luxury all over t from test periods t most consternation, as you may t so mucenement,  any time, as for t o s of one of timely sufferers, an odour assailed rils, unlike any scent  proceed from ? -- not from t cottage --  t smell before -- indeed t accident of t resemble t of any knoening at time overfloo t stooped doo feel t.  o cool to  time in ) asted -- crackling! Again  and fumbled at t did not burn ill  of . trut lengto anding, t it  smelt so, and t tasted so delicious; and, surrendering o to tearing up , and  doers, armed ributory cudgel, and finding ood, began to rain bloones, ickling pleasure, o any inconveniences  feel in te quarters.  lay on but  beat ill , ion, somethe following dialogue ensued.

    quot;You graceless  not enoug you  me doricks, and be o you, but you must be eating fire, and I kno ;

    quot;O fataste  pig eats.quot;

    ti tingled  ever  a son t s burnt pig.

    Bo-bo,  asunder, t to ts of i, still sing out quot;Eat, eat, eat t pig, fataste -- O Lord,quot; -- ions, cramming all the while as if he would choke.

    i trembled every joint  o deatura