| wottle at his feet to stoke his energy of waiting, moaning feebly, | 1 |
| in monkmarian monotheme, but tarned long and then a nation | 2 |
| louder, while engaged in swallowing from a large ampullar, that | 3 |
| his pawdry's purgatory was more than a nigger bloke could bear, | 4 |
| hemiparalysed by the tong warfare and all the shemozzle, (Daily | 5 |
| Maily, fullup Lace! Holy Maly, Mothelup Joss!) his cheeks and | 6 |
| trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked. | 7 |
| How is that for low, laities and gentlenuns? Why, dog of the | 8 |
| Crostiguns, whole continents rang with this Kairokorran low- | 9 |
| ness! Sheols of houris in chems upon divans, (revolted stellas | 10 |
| vespertine vesamong them) at a bare (O!) mention of the scaly | 11 |
| rybald exclaimed: Poisse! | 12 |
| But would anyone, short of a madhouse, believe it? Neither of | 13 |
| those clean little cherubum, Nero or Nobookisonester himself, | 14 |
| ever nursed such a spoiled opinion of his monstrous marvellosity | 15 |
| as did this mental and moral defective (here perhaps at the | 16 |
| vanessance of his lownest) who was known to grognt rather than | 17 |
| gunnard upon one occasion, while drinking heavily of spirits to | 18 |
| that interlocutor a latere and private privysuckatary he used to | 19 |
| pal around with, in the kavehazs, one Davy Browne-Nowlan, his | 20 |
| heavenlaid twin, (this hambone dogpoet pseudoed himself under | 21 |
| the hangname he gave himself of Bethgelert) in the porchway of | 22 |
| a gipsy's bar (Shem always blaspheming, so holy writ, Billy, he | 23 |
| would try, old Belly, and pay this one manjack congregant of | 24 |
| his four soups every lass of nexmouth, Bolly, so sure as thair's a | 25 |
| tail on a commet, as a taste for storik's fortytooth, that is to | 26 |
| stay, to listen out, ony twenny minnies moe, Bully, his Ballade | 27 |
| Imaginaire which was to be dubbed Wine, Woman and Water- | 28 |
| clocks, or How a Guy Finks and Fawkes When He Is Going Batty, | 29 |
| by Maistre Sheames de la Plume, some most dreadful stuff in a | 30 |
| murderous mirrorhand) that he was avoopf (parn me!) aware | 31 |
| of no other shaggspick, other Shakhisbeard, either prexactly | 32 |
| unlike his polar andthisishis or procisely the seem as woops | 33 |
| (parn!) as what he fancied or guessed the sames as he was him- | 34 |
| self and that, greet scoot, duckings and thuggery, though he was | 35 |
| foxed fux to fux like a bunnyboy rodger with all the teashop | 36 |