hunters, from the Curragh, and confusionaries and the authori- | 1 |
ties, Noord Amrikaans and Suid Aferican cattleraiders (so they | 2 |
say) all over like a tiara dullfuoco, in his grey half a tall hat and | 3 |
his amber necklace and his crimson harness and his leathern jib | 4 |
and his cheapshein hairshirt and his scotobrit sash and his para- | 5 |
pilagian gallowglasses (how do you do, jaypee, Elevato !) to find | 6 |
out all the improper colleges (and how do you do, Mr Dame | 7 |
James? Get out of my way!), forkbearded and bluetoothed and | 8 |
bellied and boneless, from Strathlyffe and Aylesburg and North- | 9 |
umberland Anglesey, the whole yaghoodurt sweepstakings and | 10 |
all the horsepowers. But now, talking of hayastdanars and | 11 |
wolkingology and how our seaborn isle came into exestuance, | 12 |
(the explutor, his three andesiters and the two pantellarias) that | 13 |
reminds me about the manausteriums of the poor Marcus of Lyons | 14 |
and poor Johnny, the patrician, and what do you think of the four | 15 |
of us and there they were now, listening right enough, the four | 16 |
saltwater widowers, and all they could remembore, long long ago | 17 |
in the olden times Momonian, throw darker hour sorrows, the | 18 |
princest day, when Fair Margrate waited Swede Villem, and Lally | 19 |
in the rain, with the blank prints, now extincts, after the wreak | 20 |
of Wormans' Noe, the barmaisigheds, when my heart knew no | 21 |
care, and after that then there was the official landing of Lady | 22 |
Jales Casemate, in the year of the flood 1132 S.O.S., and the | 23 |
christening of Queen Baltersby, the Fourth Buzzersbee, accord- | 24 |
ing to Her Grace the bishop Senior, off the whate shape, and | 25 |
then there was the drowning of Pharoah and all his pedestrians | 26 |
and they were all completely drowned into the sea, the red sea, | 27 |
and then poor Merkin Cornyngwham, the official out of the | 28 |
castle on pension, when he was completely drowned off Erin | 29 |
Isles, at that time, suir knows, in the red sea and a lovely | 30 |
mourning paper and thank God, as Saman said, there were no | 31 |
more of him. And that now was how it was. The arzurian deeps | 32 |
o'er his humbodumbones sweeps. And his widdy the giddy is | 33 |
wreathing her murmoirs as her gracest triput to the Grocery | 34 |
Trader's Manthly. Mind mand gunfree by Gladeys Rayburn! | 35 |
Runtable's Reincorporated. The new world presses. Where the | 36 |