| to ear, comprong? (c) becakes the goatsman on question, or what- | 1 |
| ever the hen the bumbler was, feeling not up to scratch bekicks | 2 |
| of whatever the kiddings Payne Inge and Popper meant for him, | 3 |
| thoughy onced at a throughlove, true grievingfrue danger, as a | 4 |
| nirshe persent to his minstress, devourced the pair of them | 5 |
| Mather Caray's chucklings, pante blanche, and skittered his litters | 6 |
| like the cavaliery man in Cobra Park for ungeborn yenkelmen, | 7 |
| Jeremy Trouvas or Kepin O'Keepers, any old howe and any old | 8 |
| then and when around Dix Dearthy Dungbin, remarking sceni- | 9 |
| cally with laddylike lassitude upon what he finally postscrapped, | 10 |
| (d) after it's so long till I thanked you about I do so much now | 11 |
| thank you so very much as you introduced me to fourks, (e) will, | 12 |
| these remind to be sane? (f) Fool step! Aletheometry? Or just | 13 |
| zoot doon floon? | 14 |
| Nut it out, peeby eye! Onamassofmancynaves. | 15 |
| But. Top. | 16 |
| You were in the same boat of yourselves too, Getobodoff or | 17 |
| Treamplasurin; and you receptionated the most diliskious of | 18 |
| milisk; which it all flowowered your drooplin dunlearies: but | 19 |
| dribble a drob went down your rothole. Meaning, Kelly, Grimes, | 20 |
| Phelan, Mollanny, O'Brien, MacAlister, Sealy, Coyle, Hynes- | 21 |
| Joynes, Naylar-Traynor, Courcy de Courcy and Gilligan-Goll. | 22 |
| Stunner of oddstodds on bluebleeding boarhorse! What | 23 |
| soresen's head subrises thus tous out of rumpumplikun oak with, | 24 |
| well, we cannot say whom we are looking like through his now- | 25 |
| face? It is of Noggens whilk dusts the bothsides of the seats of the | 26 |
| bigslaps of the bogchaps of the porlarbaar of the marringaar of the | 27 |
| Lochlunn gonlannludder of the feof of the foef of forfummed | 28 |
| Ship-le-Zoyd. | 29 |
| Boumce! It is polisignstunter. The Sockerson boy. To pump | 30 |
| the fire of the lewd into those soulths of bauchees, havsouse- | 31 |
| dovers, tillfellthey deadwar knootvindict. An whele time he was | 32 |
| rancing there smutsy floskons nodunder ycholerd for their | 33 |
| poopishers, ahull onem Fyre maynoother endnow! Shatten up | 34 |
| ship! Bouououmce! Nomo clandoilskins cheakinlevers! All | 35 |
| ashored for Capolic Gizzards! Stowlaway there, glutany of | 36 |