| thou slackerd! Once upon a grass and a hopping high grass it | 1 |
| was. | 2 |
Faith, then, Meesta Cheeryman, first he come up, a gag | 3 |
| as a gig, badgeler's rake to the town's major from the wesz, | 4 |
| MacSmashall Swingy of the Cattelaxes, got up regardless, with | 5 |
| a cock on the Kildare side of his Tattersull, in his riddlesneek's | 6 |
| ragamufflers and the horrid contrivance as seen above, whisklyng | 7 |
| into a bone tolerably delicately, the Wearing of the Blue, and taking | 8 |
| off his plushkwadded bugsby in his perusual flea and loisy man- | 9 |
| ner, saying good mrowkas to weevilybolly and dragging his feet | 10 |
| in the usual course and was ever so terribly naas, really, telling | 11 |
| him clean his nagles and fex himself up, Miles, and so on and so | 12 |
| fort, and to take the coocoomb to his grizzlies and who done | 13 |
| that foxy freak on his bear's hairs like fire bursting out of the | 14 |
| Ump pyre and, half hang me, sirr, if he wasn't wanting his | 15 |
| calicub body back before he'd to take his life or so save his life. | 16 |
| Then, begor, counting as many as eleven to thritytwo seconds | 17 |
| with his pocket browning, like I said, wann swanns wann, this is | 18 |
| my awethorrorty, he kept forecursing hascupth's foul Fanden, | 19 |
| Cogan, for coaccoackey the key of John Dunn's field fore it was | 20 |
| for sent and the way Montague was robbed and wolfling to | 21 |
| know all what went off and who burned the hay, perchance wilt | 22 |
| thoult say, before he'd kill all the kanes and the price of Patsch | 23 |
| Purcell's faketotem, which the man, his plantagonist, up from the | 24 |
| bog of the depths who was raging with the thirst of the sacred | 25 |
| sponge and who, as a mashter of pasht, so far as him was con- | 26 |
| cerned, was only standing there nonplush to the corner of Turbot | 27 |
| Street, perplexing about a paumpshop and pupparing to spit, | 28 |
| wanting to know whelp the henconvention's compuss memphis | 29 |
| he wanted with him new nothing about. | 30 |
A sarsencruxer, like the Nap O' Farrell Patter Tandy moor | 31 |
| and burgess medley? In other words, was that how in the annusual | 32 |
| curse of things, as complement to compliment though, after a | 33 |
| manner of men which I must and will say seems extraordinary, | 34 |
| their celicolar subtler angelic warfare or photoplay finister | 35 |
| started? | 36 |