| Hush! The other, twined on codliverside, has been crying in | 1 |
| his sleep, making sharpshape his inscissors on some first choice | 2 |
| sweets fished out of the muck. A stake in our mead. What a | 3 |
| teething wretch! How his book of craven images! Here are post- | 4 |
| humious tears on his intimelle. And he has pipettishly bespilled | 5 |
| himself from his foundingpen as illspent from inkinghorn. He is | 6 |
| jem job joy pip poo pat (jot um for a sobrat!) Jerry Jehu. You will | 7 |
| know him by name in the capers but you cannot see whose heel he | 8 |
| sheepfolds in his wrought hand because I have not told it to you. | 9 |
| O, foetal sleep! Ah, fatal slip! the one loved, the other left, the | 10 |
| bride of pride leased to the stranger! He will be quite within the pale | 11 |
| when with lordbeeron brow he vows him so tosset to be of the sir | 12 |
| Blake tribes bleak while through life's unblest he rodes backs of | 13 |
| bannars. Are you not somewhat bulgar with your bowels? | 14 |
| Whatever do you mean with bleak? With pale blake I write tint- | 15 |
| ingface. O, you do? And with steelwhite and blackmail I ha'scint | 16 |
| for my sweet an anemone's letter with a gold of my bridest hair | 17 |
| betied. Donatus his mark, address as follows. So you did? From | 18 |
| the Cat and Cage. O, I see and see! In the ink of his sweat | 19 |
| he will find it yet. What Gipsy Devereux vowed to Lylian and | 20 |
| why the elm and how the stone. You never may know in the | 21 |
| preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever | 22 |
| even saw to be about to. Perhaps. But they are two very blizky | 23 |
| little portereens after their bredscrums, Jerkoff and Eatsup, as | 24 |
| for my part opinion indeed. They would be born so, costarred, | 25 |
| puck and prig, the maryboy at Donnybrook Fair, the godolphing- | 26 |
| lad in the Hoy's Court. How frilled one shall be as at taledold of | 27 |
| Formio and Cigalette! What folly innocents! Theirs whet pep of | 28 |
| puppyhood! Both barmhearts shall become yeastcake by their | 29 |
| brackfest. I will to leave a my copperwise blessing between the | 30 |
| pair of them, for rosengorge, for greenafang. Blech and tin soldies, | 31 |
| weals in a sniffbox. Som's wholed, all's parted. Weeping shouldst | 32 |
| not thou be when man falls but that divine scheming ever adoring | 33 |
| be. So you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor | 34 |
| flesh. Take. And take. Vellicate nyche! Be ones as wes for gives for | 35 |
| gives now the hour of passings sembles quick with quelled. Adieu, | 36 |
| soft adieu, for these nice presents, kerryjevin. Still tosorrow! | 37 |