| tials. Burial of Lifetenant-Groevener Hatchett, R.I.D. Devine's | 1 |
| Previdence. | 2 |
| Ls. De. | 3 |
| Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Anna Lynchya | 4 |
| Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered. | 5 |
| Don't forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork dyrby. | 6 |
| It will be a thousand's a won paddies. And soon to bet. On drums | 7 |
| of bliss. With hapsalap troth, hipsalewd prudity, hopesalot hon- | 8 |
| nessy, hoopsaloop luck. After when from midnights unwards the | 9 |
| fourposter harp quartetto. (Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. Torstaj, tanssia. | 10 |
| Perjantaj, peleja. Lavantaj ja Sunnuntaj, christianismus kirjallisuus, | 11 |
| kirjallisuus christianismus.) Whilesd this pellover his finnisch. | 12 |
Comither, ahorace, thou mighty man of valour, elderman | 13 |
| adaptive of Capel Ysnod, and tsay-fong tsei-foun a laun bricks- | 14 |
| number till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, to become your son- | 15 |
| to-be, gentlemens tealer, generalman seelord, gosse and bosse, | 16 |
| hunguest and horasa, jonjemsums both, in sailsmanship, szed the | 17 |
| head marines talebearer, then sayd the ships gospfather in the scat | 18 |
| story to the husband's capture and either you does or he musts | 19 |
| and this moment same, sayd he, so let laid pacts be being betving | 20 |
| ye, he sayd, by my main makeshift, he sayd, one fisk and one flesk, | 21 |
| as flat as, Aestmand Addmundson you, you're iron slides and so | 22 |
| hompety domp as Paddley Mac Namara here he's a hardy canooter, | 23 |
| for the two breasts of Banba are her soilers and her toilers, if thou | 24 |
| wilt serve Idyall as thou hast sayld. Brothers Boathes, brothers | 25 |
| Coathes, ye have swallen blooders' oathes. And Gophar sayd unto | 26 |
| Glideon and sayd he to the nowedding captain, the rude hunner- | 27 |
| able Humphrey, who was praying god of clothildies by the seven | 28 |
| bosses of his trunktarge he would save bucklesome when she | 29 |
| wooed belove on him, comeether, sayd he, my merrytime mare- | 30 |
| lupe, you wutan whaal, sayd he, into the shipfolds of our quad- | 31 |
| rupede island, bless madhugh, mardyk, luusk and cong! Blass | 32 |
| Neddos bray! And no more of your maimed acts after this with | 33 |
| your kowtoros and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and | 34 |
| our onliness of his revelance to your ultitude. The illfollowable | 35 |
| staying in wait for you with the winning word put into his mouth | 36 |