| were faults on both sides) well, he attempted (or so they say) | 1 |
| ah, now, forget and forgive (don't we all?) and, sure, he was only | 2 |
| funning with his andrewmartins and his old age coming over | 3 |
| him, well, he attempted or, the Connachy, he was tempted to | 4 |
| attempt some hunnish familiarities, after eten a bad carmp in the | 5 |
| rude ocean and, hevantonoze sure, he was dead seasickabed (it was | 6 |
| really too bad!) her poor old divorced male, in the housepays for | 7 |
| the daying at the Martyr Mrs MacCawley's, where at the time | 8 |
| he was taying and toying, to hold the nursetendered hand, (ah, | 9 |
| the poor old coax!) and count the buttons and her hand and | 10 |
| frown on a bad crab and doying to remembore what doed they | 11 |
| were byorn and who made a who a snore. Ah dearo dearo | 12 |
| dear! | 13 |
| And where do you leave Matt Emeritus? The laychief of Ab- | 14 |
| botabishop? And exchullard of ffrench and gherman. Achoch! | 15 |
| They were all so sorgy for poorboir Matt in his saltwater hat, | 16 |
| with the Aran crown, or she grew that out of, too big for him, of | 17 |
or Mnepos and his overalls, all falling over her in folds sure he | 18 |
hadn't the heart in her to pull them up poor Matt, the old peri- | 19 |
| grime matriarch, and a queenly man, (the porple blussing upon | 20 |
| them!) sitting there, the sole of the settlement, below ground, | 21 |
| for an expiatory rite, in postulation of his cause, (who shall say?) | 22 |
| in her beaver bonnet, the king of the Caucuses, a family all to | 23 |
| himself, under geasa, Themistletocles, on his multilingual tomb- | 24 |
| stone, like Navellicky Kamen, and she due to kid by sweetpea | 25 |
| time, with her face to the wall, in view of the poorhouse, and | 26 |
| taking his rust in the oxsight of Iren, under all the auspices, amid | 27 |
| the rattle of hailstorms, kalospintheochromatokreening, with her | 28 |
| ivyclad hood, and gripping an old pair of curling tongs, belong- | 29 |
| ing to Mrs Duna O'Cannell, to blow his brains with, till the | 30 |
| heights of Newhigherland heard the Bristolhut, with his can of | 31 |
| tea and a purse of alfred cakes from Anne Lynch and two cuts of | 32 |
| Shackleton's brown loaf and dilisk, waiting for the end to come. | 33 |
| Gordon Heighland, when you think of it! The merthe dirther! | 34 |
| Ah ho! It was too bad entirely! All devoured by active parlour- | 35 |
| men, laudabiliter, of woman squelch and all on account of the | 36 |