| son of all of her of yourn, by Juno Moneta! If she, irished Marry- | 1 |
| onn Teheresiann, has been disposed of for her consideration, I, | 2 |
| Ledwidge Salvatorious, am tradefully unintiristid. And if she is | 3 |
| still further talc slopping over her cocoa contours, I hwat mick | 4 |
| angars, am strongly of opinion why I should not be. Inprobable! | 5 |
| I do not credit one word of it from such and suchess mistra- | 6 |
| versers. Just feathers! Nanenities! Or to have ochtroyed to | 7 |
| resolde or borrough by exchange same super melkkaart, means | 8 |
| help; best Brixton high yellow, no outings: cent for cent on | 9 |
| Auction's Bridge. 'Twere a honnibel crudelty wert so tente- | 10 |
| ment to their naktlives and scatab orgias we devour about in | 11 |
| the mightyevil roohms of encient cartage. Utterly improperable! | 12 |
| Not for old Crusos or white soul of gold! A pipple on the | 13 |
| panis, two claps on the cansill, or three pock pocks cassey | 14 |
| knocked on the postern! Not for one testey tickey culprik's | 15 |
| coynds ore for all ecus in cunziehowffse! So hemp me Cash! | 16 |
| I meanit. | 17 |
| My herrings! The surdity of it! Amean to say. Her bare | 18 |
| idears, it is choochoo chucklesome. Absurd bargain, mum, will | 19 |
| call. One line with! One line, with with! Will ate everadayde sau- | 20 |
| mone like a boyne alive O. The tew cherripickers, with their | 21 |
| Catheringnettes, Lizzy and Lissy Mycock,from Street Flesh- | 22 |
| shambles, were they moon at aube with hespermun and I their | 23 |
| covin guardient, I would not know to contact such gretched | 24 |
| youngsteys in my ways from Haddem or any suistersees or | 25 |
| heiresses of theirn, claiming by, through, or under them. Ous of | 26 |
| their freiung pfann into myne foyer. Her is one which rassembled | 27 |
| to mein enormally. The man what shocked his shanks at contey | 28 |
| Carlow's. He is Deucollion. Each habe goheerd, uptaking you | 29 |
| are innersence, but we sen you meet sose infance. Deucollion! | 30 |
| Odor. Evilling chimbes is smutsick rivulverblott but thee hard | 31 |
| casted thereass pigstenes upann Congan's shootsmen in Schot- | 32 |
| tenhof, ekeascent? Igen Deucollion! I liked his Gothamm chic! | 33 |
| Stuttertub! What a shrubbery trick to play! I will put my oath- | 34 |
| head unner my whitepot for ransom of beeves and will stand | 35 |
| me where I stood mine in all free heat between Pelagios and little | 36 |