| cuddling and kiddling her, after an oyster supper in Cullen's bam, | 1 |
| from under her mistlethrush and kissing and listening, in the good | 2 |
| old bygone days of Dion Boucicault, the elder, in Arrah-na- | 3 |
| pogue, in the otherworld of the passing of the key of Two- | 4 |
| tongue Common, with Nush, the carrier of the word, and with | 5 |
| Mesh, the cutter of the reed, in one of the farback, pitchblack | 6 |
| centuries when who made the world, when they knew O'Clery, | 7 |
| the man on the door, when they were all four collegians on the | 8 |
| nod, neer the Nodderlands Nurskery, whiteboys and oakboys, | 9 |
| peep of tim boys and piping tom boys, raising hell while the sin | 10 |
| was shining, with their slates and satchels, playing Florian's fables | 11 |
| and communic suctions and vellicar frictions with mixum mem- | 12 |
| bers, in the Queen's Ultonian colleges, along with another fellow, | 13 |
| a prime number, Totius Quotius, and paying a pot of tribluts | 14 |
| to Boris O'Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two | 15 |
| turnovers plus (one) crown, to see the mad dane ating his | 16 |
| vitals. Wulf! Wulf! And throwing his tongue in the snakepit. Ah | 17 |
| ho! The ladies have mercias! It brought the dear prehistoric | 18 |
| scenes all back again, as fresh as of yore, Matt and Marcus, natu- | 19 |
| ral born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses, and after | 20 |
| that now there he was, that mouth of mandibles, vowed to pure | 21 |
| beauty, and his Arrah-na-poghue, when she murmurously, after | 22 |
| she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, | 23 |
| for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical | 24 |
| national blooms in Luvillicit, though not too much, reflecting on | 25 |
| the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and re- | 26 |
| velling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair | 27 |
| fine night, whilst the stars shine bright, by she light of he moon, | 28 |
| we longed to be spoon, before her honeyoldloom, the plaint effect | 29 |
| being in point of fact there being in the whole, a seatuition so | 30 |
| shocking and scandalous and now, thank God, there were no more | 31 |
| of them and he poghuing and poghuing like the Moreigner | 32 |
| bowed his crusted hoed and Tilly the Tailor's Tugged a Tar in the | 33 |
| Arctic Newses Dagsdogs number and there they were, like a | 34 |
| foremasters in the rolls, listening, to Rolando's deepen darblun | 35 |
| Ossian roll, (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a | 36 |