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— Now? How good you are in explosition! How farflung is your fokloire and how velktingeling your volupkabulary! Qui vive sparanto qua muore contanto. O foibler, O flip, you've that wandervogl wail withyin! It falls easily upon the earopen and goes down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its tingtingtaggle. The blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you, of course, decent Lettrechaun(f39, we knewf10) (to change your name (f39of ifºf10) not your nation)(f39, we knew,ºf10) while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote anaglyptics of those (f39shemletters Shemlettersºf10) patent for His Christian's Em?
— Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied(f39,f10)
plosively(f39,ºf10) pointing to the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I'm as afterdusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing Sing Larynx,
(f39letter potent letterpotentºf10) to play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or
(f39in shunt inshantºf10) Persse transluding from the Otherman or off the Toptic
(f39or anythingºf10) off the types
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of my finklers in the draught or with buttles, with my oyes thickshut and all. But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark just now from theodicy (f39re'furloined re
furloinedºf10) notepaper and quite agree in your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, in juxtaposition to say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch
ofscribble(f39.,f10) (f39not
Notºf10) (f39wortha worth aºf10) bottle of cabbis.
Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh(f39.!ºf10)
Besides(f39,ºf10) (f39its
it'sºf10) auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond clerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as secondclass matter. The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley
(f39Lucan's. Lucan's!ºf10)
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Flummery is what I would call it if you were to ask me to put it on a single dimension what pronounced opinion I might (f39possiblyf10) orally have about them bagses of trash which the mother and Mr Unmentionable
(O(f39,ºf10) breed not his same!) has reduced to writing without making news out of my sootynemm. When she slipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with a peep. How they wore two madges on the makewater. And why there
were treefellers in the (f39shrubrubs shruburbsºf10). Then he hawks his handmud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down in the kookin. Phiz is me mother and Hair's me
father(f39.,f10) Bauv Betty Famm and Pig Pig Pike. Their livetree (may it flourish!) by their ecotaph (let it stayne!). With balsinbal bimbies swarming tiltop. Comme
bien(f39,!ºf10) Comme bien! Feefeel! Feefeel! And the Dutches dyin loffin at his pon peck de
(f39Barec Bareeºf10). And all the mound
reared(f39.!ºf10) Till he wot not wot to begin he should. An infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more sabby.
(f39⇓f10) Letter, carried of Shaun, son of Hek, written of Shem, brother of Shaun, uttered for Alp, mother of Shem, for Hek, father of Shaun. Initialled. Gee. Gone. 29 Hardware Saint. Lendet till
(f39Laonum Laonunºf10). Baile-Atha-Cliath. 31 Jan. (f391132
11.32ºf10) A.D. Here Commerces Enville. Tried Apposite House. 13 Fitzgibbets. Loco. Dangerous. Tax 9d. B. L. Guineys, esqueer. L.B. Not known at 1132 a. 12 Norse Richmound. Nave unlodgeable. Loved noa's dress. Sinned, Jetty Pierrse. Noon sick parson. 92 Windsewer. Ave. No such
no. Vale. Finn's Hot. Exbelled from 1014 d. Pulldown. Fearview. Opened by Miss Take. 965 (f39nighumpledan sextiffits nighumpledansextiffitsºf10). Shout at Site.
Roofloss. Fit Dunlop and Be Satisfied. Mr Domnall O'Domnally. Q.V. 8 Royal Terrors. None so strait. Shutter up. Dining with the Danes. Removed to Philip's Burke. At sea. D.E.D. Place scent on. Clontalk. Father Jacob, Rice Factor. 3 Castlewoos. P.V. Arrusted. J.P. Converted to Hospitalism. Ere the March past
(f39or ofºf10) Civilisation. Once Bank of Ireland's. Return to City Arms. 2 Milchbroke. Wrongly spilled. Traumcondraws. Now Bunk of England's. Drowned in the
Laffey. Here. The Reverest Adam Foundlitter. Shown geshotten. 7 Streetpetres. Since (f39Cabranke Cabrankºf10). Seized of the Crownd. Well, Sir Arthur. Buy
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Patersen's Matches. Unto his promisk hands. Blown up last Lemmas by Orchid Lodge. Search Unclaimed Male. House
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Condamned by Ediles. Back in Few Minutes. Closet for Repeers. 60 Shellburn. Key at Kate's. Kiss. Isaac's Butt, Poor Man. Dalicious arson. Caught. Missing. Justiciated. Kainly forewarred. Abraham Badly's King, Park Bogey. Salved. All reddy berried. Hollow and eavy. Desert it. Overwayed.
(f39Understrumped Understumpedºf10). Back to the P.O. Kaer of.
(f39Ownes Ownsºf10) owe M.O. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. His Bouf Toe is Frozen Over. X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab,
Sender. Boston (Mass). 31 Jun. (f3913, 12. 13.12ºf10) P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. Here's the Bayleaffs. Step out to Hall out of that, Ereweaker, with your
Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop.
(f39⇓f10) — Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as we hate to say it, but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such hesitancy by your cerebrated brother — excuse me not mentioningahem?
— CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar of his broguish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of fullconsciousness. HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares. Notorious I rather would feel inclined to myself in the first place to describe Mr O'Shem the Draper with before letter as should I be accentually called upon for a dieoguinnsis to pass my opinions,
properly spewing, into impulsory irelitz. But I would not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear for the moment positively as to the views of Denmark. No, sah! But let me say my every belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt of it. I've no room for that fellow on my
fagroaster(f39,.ºf10) I just can't. As I hourly learn from Rooters and Havers through Gilligan's maypoles in a nice pathetic
(f39notice notice,ºf10) he, the pixillated doodler, is on his last with illegible
(f39clergimanths clergimanitis,ºf10) boasting always of his ruddy
(f39complexious! complexious.ºf10) She, the (f39mammy far
mammyfarºf10), was put up to it by him, the iniquity(f39,ºf10) that ought to be depraved of his
libertins(f39,f10) to be silenced, sackclothed
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and suspended, and placed in irons into some (f39drapyery draperyºf10) institution off the antipopees for wordsharping only if he was klanver enough to pass the panel
fleischcurers and the fieldpost censor. Gach! For that is a fullblown fact and well celibated before the four divorce courts and all the King's paunches, how he has the solitary from seeing Scotch snakes and has a lowsense for the production of consumption and (f39dalickey cyphalos
dalickeycyphalosºf10) on his brach premises where he can purge his contempt
(f39and,ºf10) dejeunerate into a skillyton
(f39andºf10) be thinking himself to death. Rot him! Flannelfeet! Flattyro! I will describe you in a word. Thou. (I beg your pardon.) Homo! Then putting his bedfellow on me!
(f39(like Likeºf10) into mike and nick onto
post(f39)f10). The
criniman(f39:!ºf10) I'll give it to him for
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that! Making the lobbard change (f39hisstops his stopsf10), as we say in the long
book(f39!.ºf10) Is he on whosekeeping or are
my(f39!?ºf10) Obnoximost posthumust! With his unique hornbook and his prince of the apauper's pride, blundering all over the two worlds! If he waits till I buy him a
mosselman's present! (f39Ho's He'sºf10) nos halfcousin of mine, pigdish! Nor wants to! I'd famish with the cuistha first.
(f39Aham! A ham!ºf10)
— May we petition you, Shaun illustrious, then, to put his prentis' pride in your aproper's purse and to unravel in your own sweet way with words of style to your very (f39humbleºf10) and most obsequient, we suggested, with yet an esiop's foible, as to how?
— Well(f39,ºf10) it is partly my own, isn't
it(f39?,f10) and you may, ought and welcome, Shaun replied, taking at the same time, as his hunger got the bitter of him, a hearty bite out of the honeycomb of his Braham and
(f39Melosedible Melo's edibleºf10) hat, tryone, tryon and triune. Ann wunkum. Sure, I thunkum you knew all about that,
(f39honorey Honoreysºf10) causes, through (f39thelemontary
thelementaryºf10) channels long agum. Sure, that is as old as the Baden bees of Saint Dominoc's and as commonpleas now to allus pueblows and bunkum as Nelson his trifulgurayous pillar. However. Let me see, do. Beerman's bluff was what begun it, Old Knoll and his
(f39borrowing
barrowingf10)(f39!.ºf10) And then the
(f39liliens liliesf10) of the veldt, Nancy Nickies and Folletta
Lajambe(f39!.ºf10) Then mem and hem and the jaquejack. All about Wucherer and righting his name for him. I regret to announce, after laying out his litterery bed, for two
days she kept squealing down for noisy priors and bawling out to her
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jameymock farceson in Shemish like a mouther of the incas with a garcielasso huw Ananymus pinched her tights and about the Balt with the markshaire parawag and his loyal divorces, when he feraxiously shed ovas in Alemaney, tse(f39,f10) tse, all the tell of the tud
with the bourighevisien backclack(f39,;ºf10) and him, the
cribibber(f39,ºf10) like an ambitrickster, aspiring like the decan's, fast aslooped in the intrance to his polthronechair with his sixth finger between his catseye and the index, making his pillgrimace of
(f39Childe Childºf10) Horrid, engrossing to his ganderpan
(f39whatf10) the idioglossary he invented under hicks hyssop! Hock! Ickick (f39gav
gaveºf10) him that toock, imitator! And it was entirely theck latter to blame. Does he drink because I am sorely there shall be no more Kates and
Nells(f39.?ºf10) If you see him it took place (f39there
thenf10). It was given meeck, thank the Bench, to assist at the whole thing byck special chancery licence. As often as I think of that unbloody housewarmer, Shem Skrivenitch, always cutting my prhose to please his phrase,
(f39bogorror bigorrorºf10), I declare I get the jawache! Be me punting his reflection he'd begin his beogrefright in muddyass ribalds. Digteter! Grundtsagar! Swop
beef! You know(f39,ºf10) he's peculiar, that eggschicker, with the smell of old woman off him, to suck nothing of his
(f39switchedupes switched-upsºf10). M.D. made his ante mortem for him. He was grey at
three(f39,f10) like (f39sygnus
Sygnusºf10) the swan(f39,ºf10) when he made his boo to
the
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public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented after seven. The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. He was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason the whopping first time he prediseased me. He's weird, I tell you, and middayevil down to his vegetable
soul. Never mind his falls feet and his tanbark complexion. That's why he was forbidden tomate and was warmed off the ricecourse of marrimoney(f39,f10) under the Helpless Corpses Enactment. I'm not at all surprised the saint
kicked him whereby the sum taken Berkeley showed the reason genrously. Negas, negasti — negertop, negertoe, negertoby, negrunter! Then he was pusched out of Thingamuddy's school by Miss
Garterd(f39,ºf10) for itching. Then he caught the europicolas and went into the society of jewses. With Bro Cahlls and Fran Czeschs
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and Bruda Pszths and Brat Slavos. One temp(f39,f10) when he foiled to be killed, the freak wanted to put his bilingual head intentionally through the Ikish Tames and go and join the clericy as a demonican skyterrier. Throwing dust in the eyes of the Hooley
Fermers! He used to be avowdeed as he ought to be (f39vitandist vitandustf10). For onced I squeaked by twyst I'll squelch him. Then he went to Cecilia's treat on his solo to pick up Galen.
Asbestopoulos! Inkupot! He has encaust in the blood. Shim! I have the outmost contempt for. Prost bitten! Conshy! Tiberia is waiting on you, arestocrank! Chaka a seagull ticket at Gattabuia and Gabbiano's! Go o'er the sea, haythen, from
me(f39,ºf10) and leave your libber to (f39T C D
T.C.Df10). Your puddin is cooked! You're served, cram ye! Fatefully yaourth... Ex. Ex. Ex. Ex.
— But for what, thrice truthful teller, Shaun of grace(f39?,ºf10) weakly we went on to ask now of the gracious one. Vouchsafe to say. You will now, goodness, won't you? Why?
— For his root language, if you ask me whys, (f39footinmouther,º which he picksticked into his lettruce invrention,ºf10) Shaun replied(f39,f10) as he blessed himself devotionally like a crawsbomb, making act of oblivion, (f39footinmouther! (f10) what the thickuns else?(f39) which he picksticked into his lettruce invrention.ºf10) (f39Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar! Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar!ºf10) Thor's for (f39yo youºf10)!
— The hundredlettered name again, (f39last lostºf10) word of perfect language. But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong Shaun O', we foresupposed. How?
— Peax! Peax! Shaun replied in vealar penultimatum(f39. 'Tis pebils before Sweenysf10) as he swigged a slug of Jon Jacobsen from his treestem sucker cane.
(f39'Tis pebils before Sweenys.ºf10) (f39Mildbut Mild
butºf10) likesome! I might as well be talking to the four waves till (f39tibbes grey eves Tibbs' and the
gray of eveºf10) and the (f39rests
west'sºf10) asleep. Frost! Nope! No one in his seven senses could(f39,ºf10) as I have before said, only you
missed my drift, for it's being incendiary. Every dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the silbils and wholly words I can show you in my Kingdom of Heaven. The lowquacity of him!
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With his threestar monothong! Thaw! The last word in stolentelling! And what's more(f39,ºf10) rightdown lowbrown schisthematic robblemint! Yes. As he was rising
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my lather. Like you. And as I was plucking his goosybone. Like yea. He store the tale of me shur. Like yup. How's that for Shemese?
— Still in a way, not to flatter you, we fancy you that (f39youºf10) are so strikingly brainy and well letterread (f39in onºf10) yourshelves as ever were the Shamous Shamonous, Limited, could use worse of yourself, ingenious Shaun, we still so fancied, if only you would take your time so and the trouble of so doing it. Upu now!
— Undoubtedly but that is show, Shaun replied, the muttermelk of his blood donor beginning to work, and while innocent of disseminating the foul
emanation(f39,ºf10) it would be a fall day I could not, sole, so you can keep your
space(f39,ºf10) and by the power of blurry wards I am loyable to do it (I am convicted of it!) any time ever I (f39liked
cheesed toºf10) (bet ye fippence off me boot allowance!) with the allergrossest transfusiasm as, you see, while I can (f39soroquise
soloquiseºf10) the Siamanish better than most, it is an openear secret, be it said, how I am extremely ingenuous at the clerking even with my badily left and, arrah go
braz(f39.,ºf10) I'd pinsel it with immenuensoes as easy as I'd perorate a chickerow of beans for the price of two
maricles(f39,ºf10) and my trifolium librotto, the authordux Book of Lief, would, if given to
daylight(f39,f10) (I hold a most incredible faith about it)(f39,ºf10)
far exceed what that bogus bolshy of a shame, my soamheis brother, Gaoy Fecks, is conversant with in audible black and prink. Outragedy of poetscalds! Acomedy of letters! I have them all, tame, deep and harried, in my mine's I. And one of these fine days, man dear, when the mood is on me, that I may
(f39willhapºf10) cut my throat with my tongue tonight but I
(f39will may willhapºf10) be ormuzd moved to take potlood (f39in
handºf10) and introvent it Paatryk just like a work of merit, mark my words(f39,ºf10) and append to my mark twang, that will open your
pucktricker's ops for you, broather brooher, only for, as a papst and an immature and a nayophight and a spaciaman spaciosum and a hundred and eleven other things, I would never for anything take so much trouble of such doing. And why so? Because I am altogether a chap too fly and hairyman for to infradig the like of that ultravirulence. And by all I hold sacred on
earth(f39,ºf10) clouds and in heaven I swear to you on my piop
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and oath by the awe of Shaun (and that's a howl of a name!) that I will commission to the flames any incendiarist whosoever or ahriman howsoclever who would endeavour to set ever annyma roner moother of mine on fire. Rock me (f39julie,
Julie,ºf10) but I will soho!
And, with that crickcrackcruck of his threelungged squool from which grief had usupped every smile, big hottempered husky fusky krenfy strenfy pugiliser(f39,ºf10) such
as he was, he virtually broke down on the mooherhead,
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getting quite jerry over her, overpowered by himself with the love of the tearsilver that he twined through her hair(f39,ºf10) for, sure, he was the soft semplgawn slob of the world with a heart like Montgomery's in his
showchest and harvey loads of feeling in him and as innocent and undesignful as the freshfallen calef. Still, grossly unselfish in sickself, he dished allarmes away and laughed it off with a wipe at his pudgies and a gulp apologetic, healing his tare be the smeyle of his oye, oogling
(f39around aroondºf10). Him belly no belong sollow mole pigeon. Ally bully. Fu Li's gulpa. Mind you, now, that he was in the dumpest of earnest orthough him jawr war
hoo hleepy hor halk urthing hurther. Moe(f39.f10) (f39like
Likeºf10) that only he stopped short (f39and,ºf10) in looking up up upfrom his
(f39tide shackled tideshackledºf10) wrists through the ghost of an
(f39ocean's, oceanº uponºf10) the wieds of pansiful heathvens of joepeter's gaseytotum as they are telling not but were and
will be, all told, scruting foreback into the fargoneahead to feel out what age in years tropical, ecclesiastic, civil or sidereal he might find by the sirious pointstand of Charley's Wain (what betune the spheres sledding along the lacteal and the mansions of the blest turning on old
times)(f39,f10) as erewhile had he craved of thus, the dreamskhwindel necklassoed him, his thumbs fell into his fists and, lusosing the harmonical balance of his ballbearing extremities, by the holy kettle, like a flask of lightning over he careened (O the sons of the
fathers!) by the mightyfine weight of his barrel (all that prevented the (f39happering happeningf10)
of(f39,f10) who(f39,ºf10) if not the asterisks betwink
themselves(f39,ºf10) shall ever?) and, as the wisest postlude
(f39courseºf10) he could playact, (f39collaspsed
collapsedºf10) in ensemble and rolled buoyantly backwards in less than a twinkling via Rattigan's corner out of (f39farther
furtherºf10) earshot with his highly curious mode of slipashod motion, surefoot, sorefoot, slickfoot,
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slackfoot, linkman laizurely, lampman loungey, and by Killesther's lapes and falls, with corks (f39andºf10) staves and treeleaves and more bubbles to his
keelrow(f39,ºf10) a fairish and easy way enough as the town cow cries behind the times in the direction of (f39Mac
Auliffe's MacAuliffe'sºf10), the crucethouse, Open the Door Softly, down in the
valley(f39,ºf10) before he was really uprighted ere in a dip of the downs (uila!) he spoorlessly disappaled and vanesshed, like a popo down a papa, from circular circulatio. Ah, mean!
Gaogaogaone! Tapaa!
And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewed aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A reek was waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we were his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings(f39,ºf10) languidous! Taboccoo!
It was sharming! But (f39sharmeng! scharmeng!ºf10)
And the lamp went out as it couldn't glow on burning, yep, the lmp wnt out for it couldn't stay alight.
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Well(f39,f10) (how dire do we thee hours when thylike
fades!)(f39,ºf10) all's dall and youllow and it is to bedowern that thou art passing hence, mine bruder, able Shaun, with a
(f39twhisking twhistingºf10) of the robe, ere the morning of light calms our hardest throes,
(f39beyond cods' cradle and porpoise plain,f10) from carnal relations (f39undfamiliar and
familiarºf10) faces, (f39beyond cods' cradle and porpoise plain,ºf10) to the inds of Tuskland where the
(f39oliphants Oliphantsºf10) scrum from
(f39orw,f10) till the ousts of Amiracles where the toll stories grow proudest, more is the pity, but for all your deeds of goodness you were soo ooft and
(f39for ever foreverºf10) doing, manomano and myriamilia even to mulimuli, as our humbler classes, whose virtue is humility, can tell, it is hardly we in the country of the
old, Sean Moy, can part you(f39,ºf10) for, oleypoe, you were the walking saint, you were, tootoo too stayer, the graced of gods and pittites and the salus of the wake. Countenance whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels.
Winner of the gamings, primed at the studience, propredicted from the storybouts, the choice of ages wise! Spickspookspokesman of our specturesque silentiousness! Musha, beminded of us out there in Cockpit, poor twelve o'clock scholars, sometime or other anywhen you think the time. Wisha, becoming back to us way home in Biddyhouse one way or
(f39either the otherºf10)
anywhere(f39,ºf10) we miss your smile.
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Palmwine breadfruit sweetmeat milksoup! Suasusupo! However! Our people here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you and the elders luking and marking the jornies, (f39chalkin
chalkingºf10) up drizzle in drizzle out(f39,ºf10) on the four bare mats. How you would be thinking in your thoughts
how the deepings did it all begin and how you would be scrimmaging through your scruples to collar a hold of an imperfection being committled. Sireland calls you. Mery Loye is saling moonlike. And Slyly (f39mamourneen's Mamourneen
isºf10) ladymaid at Gladshouse Lodge. Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry among us down the vale, yougander, only once more! And may the (f39mosse
mossºf10) of prosperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews bediamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsure your bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to your bathershins! 'Tis well we know you were loth to leave us, winding your
hobbledehorn, right royal post, but, aruah sure, pulse of our slumber, (f39dreambookpage dreambookpogeºf10),
by the grace of Votre Dame, when the natural (f39morning mourningºf10) of your nocturne blankmerges into the national morning of golden sunup and Don Leary gets his own
back from old grog Georges (f39Quartos Quartasºf10) as that goodship the Jonnyjoys takes the wind from waterloogged Erin's king, you will
(f39shiff skiffºf10) across the Moylendsea and round up in your own escapology some canonisator's day or other, sack on back,
alack(f39!,ºf10) digging
snow(f39,ºf10) (not so?) like the good man you are, with your picture pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain for fresh
remittances(f39,ºf10) and from that till this in any case, timus tenant, may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and the daisies trip lightly over your battercops.