| a fin fell. Boomster rombombonant! It scenes like a landescape | 1 |
| from Wildu Picturescu or some seem on some dimb Arras, dumb | 2 |
| as Mum's mutyness, this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of | 3 |
| kristansen is odable to os across the wineless Ere no oedor nor | 4 |
| mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the tales of the | 5 |
| tingmount. (Prigged !) | 6 |
| And there oftafter, jauntyjogging, on an Irish visavis, instea- | 7 |
| dily with shoulder to shoulder Jehu will tell to Christianier, saint | 8 |
| to sage, the humphriad of that fall and rise while daisy winks at | 9 |
| her pinker sister among the tussocks and the copoll between the | 10 |
| shafts mocks the couple on the car. And as your who may look | 11 |
| like how on the owther side of his big belttry your tyrs and cloes | 12 |
| your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in eren. Follow we up | 13 |
| his whip vindicative. Thurston's! Lo bebold! La arboro,
lo | 14 |
| petrusu. The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising | 15 |
| stark from the moonlit pinebarren. In all fortitudinous ajaxious | 16 |
| rowdinoisy tenuacity. The angelus hour with ditchers bent upon | 17 |
| their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers
(doereh- | 18 |
| moose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as midnight | 19 |
| was striking the hours (letate!), and how brightly the great tri- | 20 |
| bune outed the sharkskin smokewallet (imitation!) from his | 21 |
| frock, kippers, and by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank | 22 |
| cheroot, none of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and how | 23 |
| manfally he says, pluk to pluk and lekan for lukan, he was to just | 24 |
| pluggy well suck that brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole | 25 |
| half hour in Havana. Sorer of the kreeksmen, would not thore be | 26 |
| old high gothsprogue! Wherefore he met Master, he mean to say, | 27 |
| he do, sire, bester of redpublicans, at Eagle Cock Hostel on | 28 |
| Lorenzo Tooley street and how he wished his Honour the ban- | 29 |
| nocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore | 30 |
| Loudship, and a starchboxsitting in the pit of his St Tomach's, | 31 |
a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your | 32 |
| sonson's grandson utterly though your own old sweatandswear | 33 |
| floruerunts heaved it hoch many as the times, when they were | 34 |
| turrified by the hitz. | 35 |
| Chee chee cheers for Upkingbilly and crow cru cramwells | 36 |