| on the bay? Nor far jocubus? Nic for jay? Attilad! Attattilad! Get | 1 |
| up, Goth's scourge on you! There's a visitation in your implu- | 2 |
| vium. Hun! Hun! | 3 |
| He stanth theirs mun in his natural, oblious autamnesically | 4 |
| of his very proprium, (such is stockpot leaden, so did sonsepun | 5 |
| crake) the wont to be wanton maid a will to be wise. Thrust from | 6 |
| the light, apophotorejected, he spoors loves from her heats. He | 7 |
| blinkth. But's wrath's the higher where those wreathe charity. | 8 |
| For all of these have been thisworlders, time liquescing into state, | 9 |
| pitiless age grows angelhood. Though, as he stehs, most anysing | 10 |
| may befallhim from a song of a witch to the totter of Blackarss, | 11 |
| given a fammished devil, a young sourceress and (eternal con- | 12 |
| junction) the permission of overalls with the cuperation of night- | 13 |
| shirt. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north | 14 |
| he wilts in the waist. And what wonder with the murkery vice- | 15 |
| heid in the shade? The specks on his lapspan are his foul deed | 16 |
| thougths, wishmarks of mad imogenation. Take they off! Make | 17 |
| the off! But Funnylegs are leanly. A bimbamb bum! They vain | 18 |
| would convert the to be hers in the word. Gush, they wooed! | 19 |
| Gash, they're fair ripecherry! | 20 |
| As for she could shake him. An oaf, no more. Still he'd be | 21 |
| good tutor two in his big armschair lerningstoel and she be | 22 |
| waxen in his hands. Turning up and fingering over the most dan- | 23 |
| tellising peaches in the lingerous longerous book of the dark. | 24 |
| Look at this passage about Galilleotto! I know it is difficult but | 25 |
| when your goche I go dead. Turn now to this patch upon Smac- | 26 |
| chiavelluti! Soot allours, he's sure to spot it! 'Twas ever so in | 27 |
| monitorology since Headmaster Adam became Eva Harte's | 28 |
| toucher, in omnibus moribus et temporibus, with man's mischief | 29 |
| in his mind whilst her pupils swimmed too heavenlies, let his be | 30 |
| exaspirated, letters be blowed! I is a femaline person. O, of pro- | 31 |
| vocative gender. U unisingular case. | 32 |
| Which is why trumpers are mixed up in duels and here's B. | 33 |
| Rohan meets N. Ohlan for the prize of a thou. | 34 |
| But listen to the mocking birde to micking barde making bared! | 35 |
| We've heard it aye since songdom was gemurrmal. As he was | 36 |