1 IT WOULD MAKE A PRETTY REGISTER
2 CANDIDATE BOB
3 SYLVANUS AND DANIEL
4 BEWARE OF IMPOSTERS
5 COLONEL BLUBBER
6 MAJOR PURDYS OBSEQUIES
24 COL BLUBBER
25 THE OLD FOX AND THE OURANGOUTANG
26 THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT GEORGE BUILT
27 THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK OF RECORDS RELATIVE TO MORGAN AND JOHN
28 TO TOBY TICKLER ESQ
29 ORIGINAL PICTURES
30 FIVE CENTS REWARD
10 FOR THE CORRECTOR
11 A HORRID TALE
12 ARISTIDEAN GALLERY OF PORTRAITS
13 CHUCKLEHEADED BOB
14 THE CONGRESSIONAL FRACAS
18 THE COALITION
19 TO TOBY TICKLER ESQ
21 BOB AGAIN
22 CHARACTERISTIC PORTRAITS
32 TO TOBY TICKLER ESQ
33 I AM PREPARING A PICKLE
35 BILLY LUSCIOUS IS INFORMED
37 LETTER TOM TICKLUM
38 CITIZEN W
43 THE DILEMMA
44 CHEETHAM HAD THE IMPUDENCE
45 FAT FERRIS
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Стр. 101 - Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly ; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness : up he starts Discovered and surprised.
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