| hear fond tiplady his weekreations, appearing in next eon's issue | 1 |
| of the Neptune's Centinel and Tritonville Lightowler with well | 2 |
| the widest circulation round the whole universe. Echolo choree | 3 |
| choroh choree chorico! How me O my youhou my I youtou to | 4 |
| I O? Thanks furthermore to modest Miss Glimglow and neat | 5 |
| Master Mettresson who so kindly profiteered their serwishes as | 6 |
| demysell of honour and, well, as strainbearer respectively. | 7 |
| And a cordiallest brief nod of chinchin dankyshin to,well,patient | 8 |
| ringasend as prevenient (by your leave), to all such occasions, | 9 |
| detachably replaceable (thanks too! twos intact!). As well as | 10 |
| his auricular of Malthus, the promethean paratonnerwetter which | 11 |
| first (Pray go! pray go!) taught love's lightning the way (pity | 12 |
| shown) to,well,conduct itself (mercy, good shot! only please | 13 |
| don't mention it!). Come all ye goatfathers and groanmothers, | 14 |
| come all ye markmakers and piledrivers, come all ye labour- | 15 |
| saving devisers and chargeleyden dividends, firefinders, water- | 16 |
| workers, deeply condeal with him! All that is still life with death | 17 |
| inyeborn, all verbumsaps yet bound to be, to do and to suffer, | 18 |
| every creature, everywhere, if you please, kindly feel for her! | 19 |
| While the dapplegray dawn drags nearing nigh for to wake all | 20 |
| droners that drowse in Dublin. | 21 |
| Humperfeldt and Anunska, wedded now evermore in annas- | 22 |
| tomoses by a ground plan of the placehunter, whiskered beau | 23 |
| and donahbella. Totumvir and esquimeena, who so shall sepa- | 24 |
| rate fetters to new desire, repeals an act of union to unite in | 25 |
| bonds of schismacy. O yes! O yes! Withdraw your member! | 26 |
| Closure. This chamber stands abjourned. Such precedent is | 27 |
| largely a cause to lack of collective continencies among Don- | 28 |
| nelly's orchard as lifelong the shadyside to Fairbrother's field. | 29 |
| Humbo, lock your kekkle up! Anny, blow your wickle out! | 30 |
| Tuck away the tablesheet! You never wet the tea! And you | 31 |
| may go rightoway back to your Aunty Dilluvia, Humprey, | 32 |
| after that! | 33 |
| Retire to rest without first misturbing your nighboor, man- | 34 |
| kind of baffling descriptions. Others are as tired of themselves | 35 |
| as you are. Let each one learn to bore himself. It is strictly re- | 36 |