| luftsucks woabling around with the hedrolics in the coold amstop- | 1 |
| here till the borting that would perish the Dane and his chapter | 2 |
| of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical | 3 |
| health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out | 4 |
| of the cackling bag for truly sure, for another thing, I never could | 5 |
| tell the leest falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm | 6 |
| not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Schue! | 7 |
| Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago | 8 |
| in Tennis Flonnels Mac Courther, his correspondance, besated | 9 |
| upon my tripos, and just thinking like thauthor how long I'd like | 10 |
| myself to be continued at Hothelizod, peeking into the focus and | 11 |
| pecking at thumbnail reveries, pricking up ears to my phono on | 12 |
| the ground and picking up airs from th'other over th'ether, 'tis | 13 |
| tramsported with grief I am this night sublime, as you may see | 14 |
| by my size and my brow that's all forehead, to go forth, frank | 15 |
| and hoppy, to the tune the old plow tied off, from our nostorey | 16 |
| house, upon this benedictine errand but it is historically the most | 17 |
| glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our | 18 |
as you so often term her efferfreshpainted livy, in beautific | 19 |
| repose, upon the silence of the dead, from pharoph the nextfirst | 20 |
| down to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The Vico road goes | 21 |
| round and round to meet where terms begin. Still onappealed | 22 |
| to by the cycles and unappalled by the recoursers we feel all | 23 |
| serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my | 24 |
| breadth from pride I am (breezed be the healthy same!) for 'tis a | 25 |
| grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an every- | 26 |
| night king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of Hither-on- | 27 |
| Thither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before there was patch | 28 |
| at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We only wish | 29 |
| everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are | 30 |
| of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll | 31 |
| lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. And tell | 32 |
| her tell her old one. 'Twill amuse her. | 33 |
| Well, to the figends of Annanmeses with the wholeabuelish | 34 |
| business! For I declare to Jeshuam I'm beginning to get sunsick! | 35 |
| I'm not half Norawain for nothing. The fine ice so temperate | 36 |