But low, boys, low he rises, shrivering|4, withº his spittyful eyes and his wheezebecome woice4|.
|4Ephthah.4| Examen of conscience scruples now he to the best of his memory |4make
do4|. |4He dooly redecant allbigenesis'º henesies.4| He proform penance. |4He
make polentay rossum out of bianconies hiking ahake like any nudgemenoughgorudeº all over
Terracuta. No more throw acids, face all lovabilities.4| He |4be good |samake clean breast
ofsa| goody girl now as ever drank milk |a|bfrom a |cspoon soup
spoonc|,b| whitehearted boy of potter and mudder a|4|. He relation belong this remarkable moliman, Anaks Andrum, pure blood Jebusite. Intrance on back. Most open on the
laydays. He possible|4, notwithstanding he gaining fish considerable,4| to look most prophitable out of smily skibluh eyes. Not true his portmanteau fulled potatowards.
Big dumm crumm digaditchies say he coaxyorum offering barley zuckers |4on Spinisters' Walk4| in presents to maidinettes. Other accuse about him as lochkneeghed forsunkener, all a meltingmoult after rhomatism, purely simple tommy ratkins. In his contrary this Heer Assassor Neelsoen laxtleap great change of retiring family buckler, highly accurrect in his everythinks, live with howthhold of number seven in black velvet sidden mangy yaars and got a babyboy bucktooth coming on ever so nursely at 81. That why all parks up excited about his |4gunnfadder gunnfodder4|. That why he, upright person, glycorawman, arsenicful feminister, with two purses, agitating his theopot with wokkleabout shake, rather uncoherend, from one 18 to one 18 bis. Old grand tut tut toucher up of young poetographies and he turn aroundabrupt red |4allfrumpishly altfrumpishly4| falls some make one noise. It's his last lap Gigantic, fare him weal! A fact. True bill. By a jury of matrons. Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts. And |4to make a long stoney short |ain a mennhir of speakinga|4| his Thing went the wholyway rutup Suffrogate Street.
Helpmeat too, |4contrasta toga,4| his fiery goosemother, woman who did, he tell princes of the age about. Who not knows she,
|s4the |++Mrs Madame++| Coolley-Couleyº,
spawife to laird of manna,s4| when first
come into the pictures |4more as (+hundread hundreads+) elefents yahrds of annams (+back |~callback callawayº~|+)4|, factory fresh |4and forming at the mouth4|, wronged by (+4whomsoever Hwemwednoget+)4| (he take a rap for that early party) and whenceforward, Ani Mama and her forty bustles, terrified of mountains |4and furibound to be back in her maidenbed4|? But would |4wave ondulate4| her |4shookerloft4| hat |4like any (+purple+) cardinal's (+wife princess+)4| to the |4papal papal'sº4| legate |4from the Vactucumº |a, Monsaigneur Rabbinsohn Crucis,a|4| on account of all he quaqueduxed |4and the nations |aabhoard abhorda| him |aand she paid she pay half off her wop mezzo scudo to (+Saint Sant+) Pursy Orelli to be |bofferred offeredb| up |bmissasb| for vowts for widdersa|4|.
Hear, O worldwithout! Tiny tattling!
But who comes yond with pire on poletop? He who relights |4our spearing torch,4| the moon. And the hag they damename Coverfew hists from her lane. And haste, 'tis time for bairns to hame. Chickchilds, comeho to roo. Comehome to (+4roo roo,+)4| |4like wee4| chickchilds doo, when the wildwerewolf's abroad. Ah, |4let us gay, let us gay, let us gay, gay let's away and let's gay and let's stay chez4| where the |4fire is |alogfire is log foyer'sa| burning4|!