| thanks to force of destiny, my selary as a paykelt is propaired, | 1 |
| and there is a peg under me and there is a tum till me. | 2 |
| To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most | 3 |
| Noble, Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salu- | 4 |
| tem dicint. The just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure | 5 |
| her!) I was shift and shuft too, with her shester Mrs Shunders, | 6 |
| both mudical dauctors from highschoolhorse and aslyke as | 7 |
| Easther's leggs. She was the niceliest person of a wellteached non- | 8 |
| party woman that I ever acquired her letters, only too fat, used | 9 |
| to babies and tottydean verbish this is her entertermentdags for | 10 |
| she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all times a day. She | 11 |
| was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics, | 12 |
| me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also | 13 |
| was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. P.L.M | 14 |
| Mevrouw von Andersen was her whogave me a muttonbrooch, | 15 |
| stakkers for her begfirst party. Honour thy farmer and my lit- | 16 |
| ters. This, my tears, is my last will intesticle wrote off in the | 17 |
| strutforit about their absent female assauciations which I, or per- | 18 |
| haps any other person what squaton a toffette, have the honour | 19 |
| to had upon their polite sophykussens in the real presence of de- | 20 |
| vouted Mrs Grumby when her skin was exposed to the air. O | 21 |
| what must the grief of my mund be for two little ptpt coolies | 22 |
| worth twenty thousand quad herewitdnessed with both's | 23 |
| maddlemass wishes to Pepette for next match from their dearly | 24 |
| beloved Roggers, M.D.D. O.D. May doubling drop of drooght! | 25 |
| Writing. | 26 |
Hopsoloosely kidding you are totether with your cadenus | 27 |
| and goat along nose how we shall complete that white paper. | 28 |
| Two venusstas! Biggerstiff! Qweer but gaon! Be trouz and | 29 |
| wholetrouz! Otherwise, frank Shaun, we pursued, what would | 30 |
| be the autobiography of your softbodied fumiform? | 31 |
Hooraymost! None whomsoever, Shaun replied, Heavenly | 32 |
| blank! (he had intentended and was peering now rather close to | 33 |
| the paste of his rubiny winklering) though it ought to be more | 34 |
| or less rawcawcaw romantical. By the wag, how is Mr Fry? All | 35 |
| of it, I might say, in ex-voto, pay and perks and wooden half- | 36 |