| pious!). And it was cyclums cyclorums after he made design on | 1 |
| the corse and he want to mess on him (enterellbo add all taller | 2 |
| Danis), back, seater and sides,and he applied (I'm amazingly | 3 |
| sorracer!) the wholed bould shoulderedboy's width for fullness, | 4 |
| measures for messieurs, messer's massed, (they were saycalling | 5 |
| again and agone and all over agun, the louthly meathers, the | 6 |
| loudly meaders, the lously measlers, six to one, bar ones). | 7 |
| And they pled him beheighten the firing. Dope. | 8 |
| Maltomeetim, alltomatetam, when a tale tarries shome shunter | 9 |
| shove on. Fore auld they wauld to pree. | 10 |
| Pray. | 11 |
| Of this Mr A (tillalaric) and these wasch woman (dapple- | 12 |
| hued), fhronehflord and feeofeeds, who had insue keen and able | 13 |
| and a spindlesong aside, nothing more is told until now, his | 14 |
| awebrume hour, her sere Sahara of sad oakleaves. And then. Be | 15 |
| old. The next thing is. We are once amore as babes awondering | 16 |
| in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we | 17 |
| start from scratch. | 18 |
| So the truce, the old truce and nattonbuff the truce, boys. | 19 |
| Drouth is stronger than faction. Slant. Shinshin. Shinshin. | 20 |
It was of The Grant, old gartener, qua golden meddlist, | 21 |
| Publius Manlius, fuderal private, (his place is his poster, sure, they | 22 |
| said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said, with a carbon | 23 |
| caustick manner) bequother the liberaloider at his petty corpore- | 24 |
| lezzo that hung caughtnapping from his baited breath, it was of | 25 |
| him, my wife and I thinks, to feel to every of the younging fruits, | 26 |
| tenderosed like an atalantic's breastswells or, on a second wreath- | 27 |
| ing, a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his | 28 |
| plow. And wher-o the peckadillies at his wristsends meetings be | 29 |
| loving so lightly dovessoild the candidacy, me wipin eye sinks, | 30 |
| of his softboiled bosom should be apparient even to our illicterate | 31 |
| of nullatinenties. | 32 |
| All to which not a lot snapped The Nolan of the Calabashes | 33 |
| at his whilom eweheart photognomist who by this sum taken | 34 |
| was as much incensed by Saint Bruno as that what he had con- | 35 |
| summed was his own panegoric, and wot a lout about it if it was | 36 |