flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid | 1 |
the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a | 2 |
flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care. On his majesty, who | 3 |
was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green | 4 |
youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused | 5 |
yon causeway to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be | 6 |
put wise as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not | 7 |
now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt Harom- | 8 |
phreyld answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear- | 9 |
less forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon | 10 |
bluggy earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet | 11 |
of obvious adamale, gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to | 12 |
swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and | 13 |
indulging that none too genial humour which William the Conk | 14 |
on the spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock | 15 |
and some shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned to- | 16 |
wards two of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord | 17 |
of Leix and Offaly and the jubilee mayor of Drogheda, Elcock, | 18 |
(the two scatterguns being Michael M. Manning, protosyndic of | 19 |
Waterford and an Italian excellency named Giubilei according to | 20 |
a later version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Can- | 21 |
makenoise), in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising | 22 |
puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of | 23 |
hamlock where the paddish preties grow and remarked dilsydul- | 24 |
sily: Holybones of Saint Hubert how our red brother of Pour- | 25 |
ingrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur- | 26 |
trusty bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel- | 27 |
domer than an earwigger For he kinned Jom Pill with his court | 28 |
so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning. (One still | 29 |
hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among | 30 |
the roadside tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels | 31 |
the amossive silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs | 32 |
ide Bourn.) Comes the question are these the facts of his nom- | 33 |
inigentilisation as recorded and accolated in both or either of the | 34 |
collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives. Are those their fata | 35 |
which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? No dung | 36 |