| Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, | 1 |
| and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires | 2 |
| and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that V.V.C. | 3 |
| Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would | 4 |
| he were even among the lost! From ours bereft beyond be- | 5 |
| longs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he may yet escape the | 6 |
| gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you. | 7 |
| I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from | 8 |
| any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, here's ditto, if | 9 |
| he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere | 10 |
| with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or | 11 |
| has hopped it or who can throw any lime on the sopjack, | 12 |
| my fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, The Workings, N.S.W., | 13 |
| his condition off the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging to | 14 |
| these parts, who, I remember ham to me, when we were like | 15 |
| bro and sis over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I | 16 |
| suppose, expecting for his clarenx negus, a teetotum abstainer. | 17 |
| He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of | 18 |
| him. We were in one class of age like to two clots of egg. I am | 19 |
| most beholding to him, my namesick, as we sayed it in our Am- | 20 |
| harican, through the Doubly Telewisher. Outpassed hearts wag | 21 |
| short pertimes. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose re- | 22 |
| dress no tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare me, do, a | 23 |
| copper or two and happy I'll hope you'll be! It will pleased | 24 |
| me behind with thanks from before and love to self and all I | 25 |
| remain here your truly friend. I am no scholar but I loved that | 26 |
| man who has africot lupps with the moonshane in his profile, | 27 |
| my shemblable! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because | 28 |
| you in your soberer otiumic moments remind me deeply of my | 29 |
| natural saywhen brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, | 30 |
| that benighted irismaimed, who is tearly belaboured by Sydney | 31 |
| and Alibany. | 32 |
As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's | 33 |
| other, that neverperfect everplanned? | 34 |
This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel. | 35 |
My dear sir! In this wireless age any owl rooster can peck | 36 |