| plais. The said Sully, a barracker associated with tinkers, the | 1 |
| blackhand, Shovellyvans, wreuter of annoyimgmost letters and | 2 |
| skirriless ballets in Parsee Franch who is Magrath's thug and | 3 |
| smells cheaply of Power's spirits, like a deepsea dibbler, and he is | 4 |
| not fit enough to throw guts down to a bear. Sylphling me | 5 |
| when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length | 6 |
| for her! So long, Sulleyman! If they cut his nose on the stitcher | 7 |
| they had their siven good reasons. Here's to the leglift of my | 8 |
| snuff and trout stockangt henkerchoff, orange fin with a mosaic | 9 |
| of dispensations and a froren black patata, from my church milli- | 10 |
| ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers, Friends and Company | 11 |
| with T. C. King and the Warden of Galway is prepared to | 12 |
| stretch him sacred by the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. Hemp, | 13 |
| hemp, hurray! says the captain in the moonlight. I could put | 14 |
| him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights as I would | 15 |
| roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places. How we will | 16 |
| make laugh over him together, me and my Riley in the Vickar's | 17 |
| bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborne | 18 |
| when I am hiding under my hair from him and I cool him my | 19 |
| Finnyking he's so joyant a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch | 20 |
| as I am delightful to be able to state, with the joy of lifing in my | 21 |
| forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged | 22 |
| in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging wath a cherry- | 23 |
| wickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both | 24 |
| the legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett | 25 |
| and Marryetta Gunning, H2O, by that noblesse of leechers at | 26 |
| his Saxontannery with motto in Wwalshe's ffrenchllatin: O'Neill | 27 |
| saw Queen Molly's pants: and much admired engraving, meaning | 28 |
| complet manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief | 29 |
| mergey margey magistrades, five itches above the kneecap, as | 30 |
| required by statues. V.I.C.5.6. If you won't release me stop to | 31 |
| please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. S.V.P. | 32 |
| Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann. | 33 |
You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees, as artis litterarum- | 34 |
| que patrona but I am afraid, my poor woman of that same | 35 |
| name, what with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled. | 36 |