| flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid | 1 |
| the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a | 2 |
| flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care. On his majesty, who | 3 |
| was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green | 4 |
| youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused | 5 |
| yon causeway to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be | 6 |
| put wise as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not | 7 |
| now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt Harom- | 8 |
| phreyld answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear- | 9 |
| less forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon | 10 |
| bluggy earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet | 11 |
| of obvious adamale, gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to | 12 |
| swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and | 13 |
| indulging that none too genial humour which William the Conk | 14 |
| on the spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock | 15 |
| and some shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned to- | 16 |
| wards two of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord | 17 |
| of Leix and Offaly and the jubilee mayor of Drogheda, Elcock, | 18 |
| (the two scatterguns being Michael M. Manning, protosyndic of | 19 |
| Waterford and an Italian excellency named Giubilei according to | 20 |
| a later version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Can- | 21 |
| makenoise), in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising | 22 |
| puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of | 23 |
| hamlock where the paddish preties grow and remarked dilsydul- | 24 |
| sily: Holybones of Saint Hubert how our red brother of Pour- | 25 |
| ingrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur- | 26 |
| trusty bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel- | 27 |
| domer than an earwigger For he kinned Jom Pill with his court | 28 |
| so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning. (One still | 29 |
| hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among | 30 |
| the roadside tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels | 31 |
| the amossive silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs | 32 |
| ide Bourn.) Comes the question are these the facts of his nom- | 33 |
| inigentilisation as recorded and accolated in both or either of the | 34 |
| collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives. Are those their fata | 35 |
| which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? No dung | 36 |