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Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a breath and to loosen (let God's son now be looking down on to the poor preambler!) both of his bruised brogues |5that were plainly made a good bit before his socks hose was5| at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide|5, as broad as he was long,5| was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours' distance off, as truly he merited to do. He was there, I could |5planimetricallyº5| see, when I took a closer look at him, |5that was to say,5| greatly altered for the brighter though still the graven image of |5himself his squarer self5| as he was used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way he thought |5by the holy januarious5| he had a bullock's hoof in his buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untranscended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen, who had tumbled slumbersomely |5on |ato ona|5| sleep at night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the embraces of a monopolised bottle.
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Now, there were as many as twentynine daughters out of |5their Saint Brigid's5| national hedgeschool (for I seemed to remember how it was still a look before you leap year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, beseated as they were upon the |5brink brinkspondy5|, attracted to the rare sight of the first human yellowstone landmark while they paddled away keeping time |5magnetically5| with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolyfool jouay allo misto posto,
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all barely in their |5typtap5| teens, |5in describing5| a charming |5dactylogram of5| |5nocturne nocturne,5| |5to though repelled by5| the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and oft|5, when liquefied,º5| he murmoaned in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky!

Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat |5with a reinforced crown5| and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls who they were all rushing for the post |5to read his kisshands5|, kittering about and making a tremendous fuss over him and his rosyposy smile, mussing his |5frizzy5| hair and the gollywog curls of him |5all in loveletters5| like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets and smilingly smelling|5, pair |aby anda| pair, broad by bread and slender to |aslender slindera|,5| the nice perfumios that came peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O, nice!) and feeling his fine fat pouch for him and jingaling his jellybags, for he was just the killingest ladykiller by kindness now you, Jaun, asking kindlily |5(hello, missies!)5| after their |5healths howareyous at all5| with those of their dollybegs) next went |5on on, fine, feeling fit,5| to make a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in their |5short frockies curt smart frickafrockies and their tight Kitty casques5|, |5their month being one of the smartest though one of the shortest in |athe oura| year, asking |acoya| one after |aanother |bshy slyb| onea| |awere her leggends Irish had she red |bIrishb| legings |blegengs leggindsb|a| and5| gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and whispering another that the hook of her hum was open a little at the back, to have an eye to that, hom, and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human respect for Jaun|5, by the way,5| was |5byº way of5| becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man. Jaun easily made out |5through his horoscope5| the features of his fond sister Izzy, for he knew his love by her waves of splabashing and she knew his love from her way of blubushing, nor could he forget her as easily as all that since he was brotherbesides her godfather as well and heaven knows he thought the world and |5all his life5| of her, poor good true Jaun.
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— Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality |5marked by clearance of diction and general delivery5| as he began to take leave of her at once in the first place so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe you sorely will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the discharge of duty that it is about time we would shove off |5to stray5| on our last long journey and not be the load on you. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters and be telling us (full well do we recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo |5and dieobscure5| and daddyho, those tales which whisked our heart so narrated by thou to perfection, our pet |5pupil5| of the whole |5family rythmetic class5| and the mainsay of our house, the time we younkers |5twain5| were |5fairly5| tossing ourselves |5(O Phoebus O'Pollux!)5| in bed, having
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been laid up with |5Castor's oil on the5| Parrish's syrup (the night we well remember) for to share our |5hard5| suite of affections with thee.

Now then |5apropos, my galaxy girl, quiproquo I was asking his advice from Father Mike and I am giving you now mikeadvice.º5| during our brief absence adhere to as many as probable of the ten commandments and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of right of way. Never miss last mass whatever place you chance to worship. Never eat bad pork of a good Friday. Never let a hog of the hill trample underfoot your lily of the valley. Never play ladies' games for the Lord's sake. |5Never lose your heart |aawaya| till you win his diamond back.5| Make a strong point of not |5kicking up your rumpus |ain the Dar Bey Coll a| by5| singing risky |5quiproquo apropos5| songs at commercial travellers' smokers the like of: White limbs they never stop teasing. |5And, by the bye, is it you goes biting biscuits and then throws them in back in the box?º5| Thou shalt not smile. Never park your |5only new brief5| stays in the men's convenience. |5Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of saucers. Never ask |athe youra| first person the where is the the quickest way to our last plac place. |xNever slip the silver key through your gate of golden age.ºx| |xNever christen Medard |amedlard Medlarda| apples when a Swithin is in sight.ºx|5| Especially beware,
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please, of being a party to any demoralising home life. That saps a chap. Recollect |5in the first place5| the perils that beset green girls once they get hobbyhorsical|5, playingº breeches parts in pantos |ainstead of trying to boil the dinnera|5|. Put your best foot |5foremost downmost5| on lowdown shirtwaists and ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure what is it all only holes tied |5together. together?5| Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you but never lay bare your |5heart breast secret5| to |5the first jog5| Jonas in the tramcar. |5Then comes the |aartist algy Artist Algy, the beauty man,a| asking won't you pose in the nude for |a|bvaluable voluableb|a| old masters. All blah! |aPut Sticka| wicks in your ears when you hear the prompter's voice. |aLook on |ba theb| boa in |bits hisb| beauty and you'll nevermoreº wear |byourb| strawberry leaves.a|5| The Sully vultures are on the prowl. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for the fagend habit of chumming together in |5Mr Tunnelly's5| halldoorways |5with the end to commit acts of
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interstipital indecency |aas between twinetiesº & tapegarters
a|5| under the curfew act. |5And is that any place to be smuggling your apples |ain upa|? |aI like the way they're half cooked.ºa| Don't encourage that laney feeling for kissing within the proscribed limit |xlike Population Peg & Temptation Tomx|.º5| |5Raw |aI cannot repeat enough thata| Fetid5| spirits is the thief of |5time. purities so none of your |atwenty roda| cherry whisks! |aAnd beware how you dare |bafter wines |cthet wet cocktailsc|b| in Kildare or the night may be your wedding coming home from the wake.a|5| Nor must you omit to put the lid firmly on that jazz jiggery. Should you feel as though you needed healthy physical exercise to |5flush your kidneys and5| move your bowels, lassy, why, out you go and skip. |5It's more important than air — I mean than food — air.5| Likewise |5have your if I were in your shirt I'd keep my5| weathereye |5half cocked5| open for |5your5| furnished lodgers paying for their feed on tally with company and piano |5tunes, tunes.º5| |5the The5| too friendly friend sort who |5paws the ivory so lovely5| may soon prove your undoing through the succeeding years should you, whilst Jaun is from home, get used to sitting in his loverslowlap
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|5when closeted together5| (it's not the thing, you know) with the selfseeker
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|5under the influence of woman,º5| fumbling |5with his forte paws5| in your bodice after your billydoos twain as a first go-off (take care, would you |5stray5|!) and going on doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance |5to play piggywiggly,5| bilgetalking about your glad neck |5and the round globe and the white milk and the red raspberry (O horrifier!)5| and prying down |5further |ato chance his lucky arma|5| with his pregnant questions into our past lives. It would be a |5terrible whorable5| state of affairs altogether|5, consideringº the marriage slump that's on |aand fleas 3/- a pint in the slack march of civilisation,ºa|5| were you to have |5and to hold, to pig it to pay,º5| direct connection |5with a prominent member of the |avice vicereekinga| squad5| and in consequence be flummoxed |5to the second degree5| by becoming a companykeeper on the dammymonde |5of Lucalamplight5|. Once and for all I'll have no college swankers (you see |5I am well voiced in love's arsenal and so so5| I have |5every5| reason to know all those nightbirds |5and bitchfanciers5|, dosed
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and otherwise, and what their fickle intentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the danger years. |5If ever I catch you, mind, it's you that will catch it hot. I'll give it to you. |aAnd Ora| may the maledictions of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from drink the fostermother of the first Nancyfree that went off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so turned the tubshead of the daft journal writer to inspire the prime finisher to fell the firtree out of which Cooper Cassidy planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my |agrandparents' grandydad'sa| |aeldest lustiesta| sat |ahis
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seat of |bwisdom unwisdomb|a| with my aunt's |a|byoung pettiedb|a| sister for |aa joygirl! the cause of his joy.
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|5Now something nice.º Dear sister inº perfect |alove love, we address you.a| |aagain Againa| I say be of blank5| Take a brotherly advice that we, Jaun, first of our name, |5freely here now5| make all recipients of|5, freeº of price5|. Izzy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or |5no nod5|. Swear by pious fiction |5the like of |aLenten Lentila| Laws by Carnival Cullen5|. Dip into the lives of our saints in |5fortnightly instructual5| |5instalments primers5| for the betterment of your mind. Remember, maid, thou art but powder and cinderella thou shalt return. |5|aCopy Coga| that out of your teen times, everyone!º5| Keep cool your best |5preserved5| chastity |5which is far, farº better5|. Rather than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance to our family which you treasure up so much in the sanctuary where your nether extremes meet, nay, rather let the whole ekumene universe |5belong to merry |ahell Hala| and5| do whatever |5it his Mary well5|
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likes. |5There's nothing to touch it |abut unless you'd care for aa| hot white pudding.º5| Guard that gem, Sissy, rich and rare. In this cold world who'll find it? The jewel you're all so cracked about there's very few of them gets it, for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to catch it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll love you so, my so and so. |5Show and show. Show on show. Show. Shoe. Shone.5|

Divulge, suddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, clenching his manlies and quite warming to her, divulge to me the curname and address of any lapwhelp who speaks to you upon the road where he took you to be a roller, O, and volunteers to trifle with your roundlings without producing his proper password
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from the minister for strangers affairs in a cleanlooking way and (I don't care a tammany hang who the mucky is, were he even a namesake of my own |5and very like me |aancestor, Old Father Knickerbocker,a| |ain the face about their facesa|5|) as sure as back we come from east the waves on schedule time from the land of breach of promise, with |5the gravel March's pebbles5| spinning from beneath our |5feet footslips5|, rest assured that as we value the very name |5of sister Insisterº5| that as soon as we do |5possibly5| it will be |5worse a poor lookout5| for |5him that insister5|. |5He's a market man.5| And why do we say that? Because then |5probably5| we'll damn soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll |5break go a long way towards breaking5| his |5outsider's5| face for him for making up to you |5and getting my ward's head into his chancery5| before feeling |5the his her |aour hera|5| |5measurements two dimensionsº5| |5of on5| your nuptial finger. No, we'll tell you what we'll do instead |5of compensation5|. We'll burst his |5mouth: mouth like Leary to the Leinsterman:5| that'll be it|5,º even should I have to comb half the Coombe and Patrick's close to lay my louseboob on his
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blank like Tossº
5|. |5I have his images all in my eye, Mohomadhawn Mike.5| Moreover, after that bad |5luck manners5| to me if I don't think strongly about giving him into custody to the first policewoman |5in the field5| I might chance to meet or for that matter if I get the wind up |5what do you bet5| I |5might mightn't5| even take it into my head to swing for |5him the perfect stranger5| and then wipe the street up with him. It should prove more or less of an event. In that case I won't be complete in fighting lust until I |5contrive to5| half kill |5him your Charley you're my darling5| before his time especially should he turn out to be a man |5in brown5| about town of about |5forty fiftysix5| or so |5the usual X Y Z, with a toothbrush moustache |aand of course no beard,ºa| |ameat and mustard suit, washing tie, sings topicals, sipping some bass, cigarette in his holder with a good job in Guinness's, blue eyes a bit scummy,a|5| having |5the usual large his favourite5| family of upwards of a decade to boot and care for.

So |5let it be a knuckle or an elbow. And5| lest there be no misconception |5over who to fasten the baby on5| you better keep in the straight (you baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or I'll be all over you |5myself myselx5|
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for knocking me and yourself down to a third party as cheap as |5all that the dirt5| or I'll smack your lips well for you so I will for you |5if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. I'll teach you notº to be |atricking playing your such goddaughter's tricksa| with micky dazzlers |aif I find your hair and the back of your dress covered with chaff a| |xI'll homeseek you and here's how.ºx|5| and I'll |5just draw my |alucky leg dancera| and5| give you one puck in the crupper that will bring the blush of shame to your hindmost (do you hear me |5now?) now|a, lickspoon,a| and don't be looking at |ayourself your pussycat bowa| in the |aslate?) slate, jujube lips!)a|5| that you won't obliterate for the better part of a whole year if you fail to give a good account of yourself |5if you think I'm so damn cupid as all that5| and that's how I'll bottle your |5beauty greedypuss beautybus5| for you, my bulling heifer, for 'tis I that have the pair of arms that carry a wallop between them.

How times out of oft |5my future5| shall we think |5of thee |aof me in thee of theea| with |afondest deepesta| of love5|
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|5but me5| far away on the pillow |5breathing deeply fondlyº |ao'era| my name5| all through the empties whilst moidered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. The poet puts it better. Little girl from Liffeybank you fill a big roomy corner in this unadulterated seat of the affections. Sevenheavens O heaven! I want you. |5Your ways to me were wonderful so I am sending you loveliest thoughts |a|bof |cyou but me me in you dashc|b| from |blittleb| Hyphen, the li god of beddingnightsa|.5| How I shall should I live as|5, please the uniter ofº hearts,5| I am |5hoping living in hopes5| to do, placing my |5arm wandering hand5| in yours, positively cover the two pure cheeks of your |5comely5| plumpcake with sugary kissings one of those |5merry muggyº5| |5days mornings5|, honestly|5, by the ranting dog and Daddyoak,5| I will, |5becoming be coming becoming |abecoming become come cominga|5| when|5, upon the meeting of our waters like mountains to part no more,5| you will |5there and5| then of your |5own soft5| accord |5kiss rainkissº on5| me back |5for full marks5| with shouldered arms and in that |5way united stateº when I come into my ownº5| swap sweet smugs when cherries next come back to Erin |5as come they must as they musted in the past as they must at my present moment as hereinafter must they will5| immediately after my safe return from destination to ignorance and bliss with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll hardly know me.

'Tis |5purify the post post purification5| we will and render social service, missus, |5Let us all ignite5|
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and help clean up things. |5Look at Write me an essay |afor Henrietta' sake |bon the life of in jewry andb|a| on5| the sludge of Harrington street |5running cursorily over the whole of it5|. Bear in mind all the banana peels along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot streets. |5Look at all |athe he'sa| dung strewing the Castleknock road and the Marist |afathers fathers' elevena| out on a rogation stag party. |aCompare |bthat themb| with the Bridge of Belches in Fairview,º east Dublin's favourite wateringplace. |bReport that pump in Spring Gardens.b|a|5| Stand on, say, Aston's Quay |5|aat, suppose, no 11, let us say, Kane or Keogh'sº,ºa| along with a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act,º when you have procured one for yourself,º5|
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and |5I advise you strongly toº5| take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopwindow you may choose and in about |5twenty thirtytwo5| minutes' time |5proceed to5| turn |5around5| on your |5heels heehills5| towards the causeway and |5I shall be very greatly mistaken indeed if5| you will |5not5| see how you will be topcoated with |5cakes of5| mush occasioned by the jam of the traffic in transit. When will the longsuffering face of our muckloved city get its longpromised wash? Do you know what|5, little girls5|? One of those days I |5will am advised to5| positively strike off hiking for good and all until such time as some move is made to get me an increase of |5automoboil and5| footwear as I think now, honest to John, |5for an income plexus5| that that's about the boundary limit.

Sis dearest, Jaun added, sadly this time, |5while his |astarcasta| eyes |ain stellar attractiona| followed swift to an imaginary swellaw,5| is this the end? |5O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing!5| Personally|5, Grog help me,5| I am in no violent hurry. |5If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them.5| I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only find the girl of my heart's appointment to guide me |5homesick by gastronomy5| in her safe conduct. I'd ask no kinder fate than to stay where I am|5, leaning on my cubits,5| at this present moment by local option in the birds' lodging the pheasants among, till well on into |5the bosom of5| the |5exhaling5| night|5, picking |astopandgoa| jewels out of the hedges and catching |adiamonds brilliantsa| on |athe tip ofa| my |atongue waggera| |xfor them breezes |azippinga|
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round by Drumsally do be devils to flirt
x|5|. I could sit on |5my one5| side till the bark of the day |5|a|blaughing at the sheep's lightning,ºb| |bwhile |cwhen till I'd followed with my nephewscopec|b| the rugaby moon |bhad rolled cumuliously rolling himselfb| west through |bher theb| scrummagesa| for to watch how |athe carefully mya| nocturnal |agoose goosemothera|
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would lay her |anewa| golden |aegg sheegga| for me |ain |bbehind down under b|a| the shy orient
5|. What wouldn't I give — my socks, my shoes, my shirt, honest! — for a |5holiday feast of grannom5| with the finny ones, |5flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of |aSwifts MacEelsº anda| the |arary nanties rearin antisa| or when I'd like my own company best5| to be |5reclined |aon my othera| by the lasher,º |xwith the |ajasmines jasominesa| half unclosing to my heart's delight and the king of the timber letting down his odours before mex|5| catching trophies of |5king's royal5| sturgeon |5pie5| by the armful |5for to bake in a pie while I'd |ateach tonica| |athe my twentyfour Doriana| blackbirds |aoff my |bpiccolo singasongapiccolob|a| to play musical airs, I give, a king, to me, he does, the sun, up there, |aO yesa| yes, I double give.5| |5and And5| what |5small sensitive5| coin I'd be possessed
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of I'd sink it in |5the subdominal5| poteen at prime cost and I bet you |5all you have every ounce you half5| on your |5back backboard5| that I'm the |5boy gogetter5| that'd make it pay like |5fun and cash registers and5| I'd come out |5zooming5| tophole on the |5mart, mart as a factor,5| nothing would stop me, |5and and, zoom,º5| before you knew where you |5were weren't |aI stake my davy a|5| I'd be staggering humanity and royally rolling |5over |aover you you overa|5| in my tons of |5red5| clover |5|xfiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest again,x| I'd spoil you altogether There'd be no standing me, I tell you5| and I'd never say |5die let fly5| till I'd run my shoestring into near a million |5and plant you |aon my electric sofa a| in the lap ofº lechery |aamong the most uxuriously furnished apartmentsa|5| as a firstclass dealer and everything |5with lodes of ores5| only for one thing, that I'd be awful anxious about |5Shoepisser Pluvious and5| the terrible
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colds playing around in the amstophere that would perish the |5Danes Dane and his chapter of accidents5| to be atramental to the better half of my |5all too lyrical5| health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth for sure I never could tell the least falsehood that would likely give satisfaction. |5I'm not talking apple sauce either. I'm earnest.5|

Sis dearest, as I was |5saying reading5| to myself not very long ago |5in to be continued on thauthor and
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just thinking how long I liked looking into a fire
5| it is transported with grief I am |5byº5| this |5night |anight eira nighta| as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead5| to go free upon this benedictine errand, but it is the most glorious mission in all |5our our, as you so often call it, |aeverfreshpainted efferfreshfeinteda|5| history. Still we feel all serene, never you fret, as far as regards our |5cask and cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am for5| 'tis a grand thing to be going to meet a king, not an everyday king, no, by gannies, but the overking of Greater Dublin himself I'm saying. Before there was a man at all in Ireland there was a lord in Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this weary world as we are of everything in the one that's bound to follow. |5I'll lay you a guinea to a hayseed any time.5| Tell mother that. 'Twill amuse her.

Well, to the dickens with the whole business! The ends of these our passing shows are not so far off as you might suppose. So now I'll ask of you let ye create no scenes in my poor wake. |5I don't want |xfighting your Biddy Moriarty duels all over me till you spit stout.x| yourº ugly gobs round the hobs |a|bon your groaning chairsb| |bof a Blue Mondayb| when it's my benefit,ºa| robbing leaves out of my book. Once upon
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a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was
andº the rest of your blatherumskite.
5| Just a plain shays by the fire for absentee Jaun and I'll make ye all an Easter |5egg some day5| of myself the moment that you name the |5day way5|. Cheer up all round, let ye all, |5while I strayº5| and let ye not be getting grief out of it on my poor headsake even should we forfeit our life. Some time |5soon very presently now when the clouds are dissipated after |aunread theira| forty years'º shower the odds are5| |5shall we we shall5| all be dead and happy together in the land of lost of time. So cut out the lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you |5like, the last stirrup cup! like.5| Parting's fun. |5Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye |arightlya| between lines that |adoa| have no sense at all.5| Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht |5the Shorn5|.

Something of an amusing nature must have occurred to westminstrel Jaunahaun for a grand big hearty |5stenorious5| laugh hopped out of him at the bare thought of how jauny they'd love to be rolling his hoop and all of them were just starting to |5yell splodherº5| with the laughter, Jauhauhauhauhaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, when, |5suddenly (how like a woman!),5| |5quick swifter5| as mercury, he |5wheeled wheels5| right round |5suddenly5| with his eyes blazing rather |5sternly, sternish, how5| black |5as thunder like thunder, to see what's loose5|. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed so they nearly cried and then he replied:

— There is something more. |5All I can tell you is this, little sisters.5| It's prayers, prayers all the |5thumping5| time in the suburbs of the heavenly gardens. No petty family squabbles up there, cuphurling nor |5apuckalips nor5| no nothing. |5You take |amy Joe Hanny'sa| tip for it.5| Ah, sure, what on earth is our miserable heretoday as compared beside the sheer pleasantries of the afterpiece when life begins properly speaking.

Well, |5home comforts everytimeº.5| I enjoyed your pick of |5hissing5| hot luncheon fine, I did, only for your peas was a bit too psalty and return
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with my best |5savioury5| condiments |5and a penny in the plate for the james5|. All the vitamines is beginning to sozzle and |5very5| presently from now posthaste it's off you'll see me roll on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and the biggest house even in Ireland and my next item's programme it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kelly Esquire for nondesirable printed matter. But I know what I'll do. Great pains of him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar, window machree. I'll knock it out of him! I'll stamp it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of
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old Tom Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not |5penitent5| Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays my fine fee.

Well, here's looking at ye! |5If I never leave you biddies I'd be tempted to |ajoin up anda| become a father.5| You can stop as ye are|5, little mothers,5| and wait and wish and wish in vain till the grim reaper draws nigh as a blessing in disguise. Devil a |5curly5| hair I care. If any marauding |5highwayman Clod Dewvall5| was to try to hold me up, |5dicksturping me and5| relieving me of my rights to my onus, |5yan, tian, tethera, methera, pimp,5| I'd let him have my best pair of galloper's heels in the face. |5He will have better manners.5| Console yourself, drawhure deelish! |5There's a refund of |aduty eggsizeda| coming to
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you out of me. Mind you do my duty on me!
5| And you'll miss me more as weeks wing by. Sunday, duly, Monday, truly, Tuesday, newly till Whensday. |5Look for me always at my west.5| A tear or two in time is all there's to it and then in a click of the clock off we pop |5with sinners in silk lining5| |5en route en routes5| for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance lord that likes creation. To who?

— Of course, but listen, drawher nearest, Izzy intercepted, flushing |5but flashing from her dove and dart eyes5| as she grabbed her male correspondent to fluster in his quickturned ear, I know, benjamin brother. But listen. I want to whisper my wish. Of course|5, |aenginea| dear,5| I'm ashamed of my life |5of the bit over this last moment's gift5| of memento nosepaper which |5I'm sorry5| is |5all allathome5| I can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this |5last moment gift widow's mite, though a bit torn |ain 1 or 2 placesa|,º5| from my hands in place of a linenhall |5handkerchief valentine |ato witha| my fondest |atoa| tutor5|. |5X.X.X.X.5| It is heavily indulgenced |5forº young Father Michael and you know who between us5| by your friend the pope forty ways in forty nights and, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my |5fancy fiancyº5| and bear it with you morn till |5life's5| e'en and, of course, when you make use of it, listen, |5please kindly5| think again and again|5, don't forget,5| of one absent one|5,º not |aSistera| Maggy5|. Of course|5, Jer,5| I know you know who sent it on the face of the waters like that romance in the |5bottle Maggin bottle5|. Of course please |5write, won't you, and, thank you,5| forward it back by return in case |5anything any funforall5| happens so as I'll know in case I don't |5hope |asoona| toº5| hear from |5you. you as I am givenº now to understand it will be worth money one day. And I will live simply and solely for my wonderful hair.5| Listen, I'll follow you publicly
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with all my eyes |5|awith |bnurseb| Maggya| round the elbow of Erne street lower5| and I'll be strictly true and private |5in my own way , Jer,5| and, of course, |5dear professor,º you can trust me that though I change thy name but not thy letter5| never will I give |5you your lovely face of mine5| away |5to |amy thea| second mate, the engineer,º in one of those pure
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kisses of yours thankfully,
5| no matter what. |5So |adon't keep me now for a good boy peppering with fear |bor I'll murder you sob|a| meet me after |aby |bnextb| appointmenta| a usual time |anear you know the Ships just there beside the Shipa| at the future |apoor fool'sa| corner of lovemountjoy square. And I'll be there when who knows where.5| The Dargle shall run dry as soon as I you deny. |5All Every day |awhen while |bmemory'sb| leaves are fallinga| |adeeplya| I |awilla| dream |adulcetsa| |aover the on thisa| isinglass stream |awhere the |boaktwig frondoakb| rushes to the |belmside ashsideºb| and the yewleaves |btoob| kisskiss themselves,ºa| |aanda| |ait will 'twilla| carry my still water'sº reflections |aover Maggya| to thee|a, Jack,ºa| beyond the boisterous.5| Listen, here I'll wait on you |5with beautiful |aDo Be Carefulºa| teacakes like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me5| all the time you're awhile away. I swear to you I will, by |5Christmas Candlemas5|! And, listen, |5joey,5| I'll |5dress boy me for myself5| only in |5pensive grey expensive |agrey waterproof grey rainproofa| |ain the loveliest |bwidowhood widow's hoodb|a| |aoverall over blue I am |bsob| wild for like the bee loves her skyhighº a|5| |5till you resemble me5| and, listen, always about this hour|5, I'm sorry,º5| when I steal |5home home, drenched|a, love, with drippinga|,º5| to |5bed |aaffectionatea| mother5| but |5first last at night5| I'll poke straight all under my isonbound for the night's |5foreign5| males |5and your name |aof Shanea| will come fourth between my |ashamefaceda| lips when first I open my thighs in the morning5|. So now |5we are |agoing doinga| to |asay thaya| one little |aprayer player before doing to deeda|.5| |5coach Coach5| me how to tumble, |5Jaun Jeames5|, and, listen, |5Jaun Juan5|, I know, warn me which to |5wed. what am I saying?5|