| scenities, una mona. Sylvia Silence, the girl detective (Meminerva, | 1 |
| but by now one hears turtlings all over Doveland!) when supplied | 2 |
| with informations as to the several facets of the case in her cozy- | 3 |
| dozy bachelure's flat, quite overlooking John a'Dream's mews, | 4 |
| leaned back in her really truly easy chair to query restfully through | 5 |
| her vowelthreaded syllabelles: Have you evew thought, wepow- | 6 |
| tew, that sheew gweatness was his twadgedy? Nevewtheless ac- | 7 |
| cowding to my considewed attitudes fow this act he should pay | 8 |
| the full penalty, pending puwsuance, as pew Subsec. 32, section | 9 |
| II, of the C. L. A. act 1885, anything in this act to the contwawy | 10 |
| notwithstanding. Jarley Jilke began to silke for he couldn't get | 11 |
| home to Jelsey but ended with: He's got the sack that helped him | 12 |
| moult instench of his gladsome rags. Meagher, a naval rating, | 13 |
| seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fish- | 14 |
| shambles for the usual aireating after the ever popular act, with | 15 |
| whom were Questa and Puella, piquante and quoite, (this had a | 16 |
| cold in her brain while that felt a sink in her summock, wit's | 17 |
| wat, wot's wet) was encouraged, although nearvanashed himself, | 18 |
| by one of his co-affianced to get your breath, Walt, and gobbit | 19 |
| and when ther chidden by her fastra sastra to saddle up your | 20 |
| pance, Naville, thus cor replied to her other's thankskissing: I | 21 |
| lay my two fingerbuttons, fiancee Meagher, (he speaks!) he was | 22 |
to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill as | 23 |
hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? but I also | 24 |
| think, Puellywally, by the siege of his trousers there was some- | 25 |
one else behind it you bet your boughtem blarneys about | 26 |
| their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!). | 27 |
| Be these meer marchant taylor's fablings of a race referend | 28 |
| with oddman rex? Is now all seenheard then forgotten? Can it | 29 |
| was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so | 30 |
| diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and | 31 |
| partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true | 32 |
| than any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, | 33 |
| beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use | 34 |
| the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for | 35 |
| their pricking pens on that account. The seventh city, Urovivla, | 36 |