| of undiscernibles where the Baxters and the Fleshmans may | 1 |
| they cease to bidivil uns and (but at this poingt though the iron | 2 |
| thrust of his cockspurt start might have prepared us we are well- | 3 |
| nigh stinkpotthered by the mustardpunge in the tailend) this | 4 |
| outandin brown candlestock melt Nolan's into peese! Han var. | 5 |
| Disliken as he was to druriodrama, her wife Langley, the prophet, | 6 |
| and the decentest dozendest short of a frusker whoever stuck his | 7 |
| spickle through his spoke, disappeared, (in which toodooing he | 8 |
| has taken all the French leaves unveilable out of Calomne- | 9 |
| quiller's Pravities) from the sourface of this earth, that austral | 10 |
| plain he had transmaried himself to, so entirely spoorlessly (the | 11 |
| mother of the book with a dustwhisk tabularasing his obliteration | 12 |
| done upon her involucrum) as to tickle the speculative to all but | 13 |
| opine (since the Levey who might have been Langley may have | 14 |
| really been a redivivus of paganinism or a volunteer Vousden) | 15 |
| that the hobo (who possessed a large amount of the humoresque) | 16 |
| had transtuled his funster's latitat to its finsterest interrimost. Bhi | 17 |
| she. Again, if Father San Browne, tea and toaster to that quaint- | 18 |
| esttest of yarnspinners is Padre Don Bruno, treu and troster to | 19 |
| the queen of Iar-Spain, was the reverend, the sodality director, | 20 |
| that eupeptic viceflayer, a barefaced carmelite,to whose palpi- | 21 |
| tating pulpit (which of us but remembers the rarevalent and | 22 |
| hornerable Fratomistor Nawlanmore and Brawne.) sinning society | 23 |
| sirens (see the [Roman Catholic] presspassim) fortunately became | 24 |
| so enthusiastically attached and was an objectionable ass who very | 25 |
| occasionally cockaded a raffles ticket on his hat which he wore all | 26 |
| to one side like the hangle of his pan (if Her Elegance saw him | 27 |
| she'd have the canary!) and was semiprivately convicted of mal- | 28 |
| practices with his hotwashed tableknife (glossing over the cark | 29 |
| in his pocket) that same snob of the dunhill, fully several year- | 30 |
| schaums riper, encountered by the General on that redletter | 31 |
| morning or maynoon jovesday and were they? Fuitfuit. | 32 |
| When Phishlin Phil wants throws his lip 'tis pholly to be fortune | 33 |
| flonting and whoever's gone to mix Hotel by the salt say water | 34 |
| there's nix to nothing we can do for he's never again to sea. It | 35 |
| is nebuless an autodidact fact of the commonest that the shape of | 36 |