| iennes and our findest grobsmid among all their orefices, (and, | 1 |
| shukar in chowdar, so splunderdly English!) Mr Aubeyron | 2 |
| Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triat! | 3 |
| Bismillafoulties. But the hasard you asks is justly ever behind his | 4 |
| meddle throw! Those sad pour sad forengistanters, dastychappy | 5 |
| dustyrust! Chaichairs. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that | 6 |
| fellow, hamid and damid, (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's | 7 |
| beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised) which comequeers this | 8 |
| anywhat perssian which we, owe, realisinus with purups a dard | 9 |
| of pene. There is among others pleasons whom I love and which | 10 |
| are favourests to mind, one which I have pushed my finker in for | 11 |
| the movement and, but for my sealring is none to hand I swear, | 12 |
| she is highly catatheristic and there is another which I have | 13 |
| fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign | 14 |
| again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. Culpo de Dido! Ars we | 15 |
| say in the classies. Kunstful, we others said. What ravening shadow! | 16 |
| What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast | 17 |
| in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand | 18 |
| kinds but one kind. A shahrryar cobbler on me when I am lying! | 19 |
| And whilst (when I doot my sliding panel and I hear cawcaw) I | 20 |
| have been idylly turmbing over the loose looves leaflefts jaggled | 21 |
| casuallty on the lamatory, as is my this is, as I must commit | 22 |
| my lips to make misface for misfortune, often, so far as I can | 23 |
| chance to recollect from the some farnights ago, (so dimsweet is | 24 |
| that selvischdischdienence of to not to be able to be obliged to | 25 |
| have to hold further anything than a stone his throw's fruit's | 26 |
| fall!) when I, if you wil excuse for me this informal leading down | 27 |
| of illexpressibles, enlivened toward the Author of Nature by the | 28 |
| natural sins liggen gobelimned theirs before me, (how differen- | 29 |
| ded with the manmade Eonochs Cunstuntonopolies!), weather- | 30 |
| ed they be of a general golf stature, assasserted, or blossomly | 31 |
| emblushing thems elves underneed of some howthern folleys, | 32 |
| am entrenched up contemplating of myself, wiz my naked I, for | 33 |
| relieving purposes in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I | 34 |
| sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan, a wake | 35 |
| from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render | 36 |