| score, phonoscopically incuriosited and melancholic this time | 1 |
| whiles, as on the fulmament he gaped in wulderment, his on- | 2 |
| saturncast eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imagin- | 3 |
| ary swellaw, O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Pur- | 4 |
| sonally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough | 5 |
| lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose a blue fonx | 6 |
| with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that | 7 |
| pass by the way of the deerdrive, conconey's run or wilfrid's | 8 |
| walk, but I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only spoonfind | 9 |
| the nippy girl of my heart's appointment, Mona Vera Toutou | 10 |
| Ipostila, my lady of Lyons, to guide me by gastronomy under | 11 |
| her safe conduct. That's more in my line. I'd ask no kinder of | 12 |
| fates than to stay where I am, with my tinny of brownie's tea, | 13 |
| under the invocation of Saint Jamas Hanway, servant of Gamp, | 14 |
| lapidated, and Jacobus a Pershawm, intercissous, for my thuri- | 15 |
| fex, with Peter Roche, that frind of my boozum, leaning on my | 16 |
| cubits, at this passing moment by localoption in the birds' lodg- | 17 |
| ing, me pheasants among, where I'll dreamt that I'll dwealth mid | 18 |
| warblers' walls when throstles and choughs to my sigh hiehied, | 19 |
| with me hares standing up well and me longlugs dittoes, where | 20 |
| a maurdering row, the fox! has broken at the coward sight till | 21 |
| well on into the beausome of the exhaling night, pinching stop- | 22 |
| andgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliants | 23 |
| on the tip of my wagger but for that owledclock (fast cease to it!) | 24 |
| has just gone twoohoo the hour and that yen breezes zipping | 25 |
| round by Drumsally do be devils to play fleurt. I could sit on safe | 26 |
| side till the bark of Saint Grouseus for hoopoe's hours, till heoll's | 27 |
| hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning and turn a wida- | 28 |
| most ear dreamily to the drummling of snipers, hearing the wire- | 29 |
| less harps of sweet old Aerial and the mails across the nightrives | 30 |
| (peepet! peepet!) and whippoor willy in the woody (moor park! | 31 |
| moor park!) as peacefed as a philopotamus, and crekking jugs | 32 |
| at the grenoulls, leaving tealeaves for the trout and belleeks for the | 33 |
| wary till I'd followed through my upfielded neviewscope the | 34 |
| rugaby moon cumuliously godrolling himself westasleep amuckst | 35 |
| the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goose- | 36 |