| sole and myopper must hereupon part company. So for e'er fare | 1 |
| thee welt! Parting's fun. Take thou, the wringle's thine, love. | 2 |
| This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart, | 3 |
| goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be | 4 |
| often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at | 5 |
| all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht | 6 |
| the Shorn. To be continued. Huck! | 7 |
| Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to | 8 |
| westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big blossy hearty stenor- | 9 |
| ious laugh (even Drudge that lay doggo thought feathers fell) | 10 |
| hopped out of his wooly's throat like a ball lifted over the | 11 |
| head of a deep field, at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like | 12 |
| to be trolling his whoop and all of them truetotypes in missam- | 13 |
| men massness were just starting to spladher splodher with the | 14 |
| jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy | 15 |
| hughy hughy, O Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, (Thou pure! | 16 |
| Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong! Our victory! | 17 |
| O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well | 18 |
| strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty | 19 |
| parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mer- | 20 |
| cury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with | 21 |
| his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to | 22 |
| see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he | 23 |
| sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of | 24 |
| the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied: | 25 |
There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the | 26 |
| heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee | 27 |
| well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers | 28 |
| in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young gloria's gang | 29 |
| voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens, | 30 |
| once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through | 31 |
| neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu- | 32 |
| tion's reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shunt us! | 33 |
| If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there! | 34 |
| The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to it! Seekit | 35 |
| headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade | 36 |