| that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the | 1 |
| queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be | 2 |
| entwined of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime! | 3 |
Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders | 4 |
| and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were | 5 |
| explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out | 6 |
| of Ibn Sen and Ipanzussch. When himupon Nola Bruno mono- | 7 |
| polises his egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers | 8 |
| alionola equal and opposite brunoipso, id est, eternally provoking | 9 |
| alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally | 10 |
| opposed by Nola. Poor omniboose, singalow singelearum: so | 11 |
| is he! | 12 |
One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air | 13 |
| again, the zoohoohoom of Felin make Call. Bruin goes to Noble, | 14 |
| aver who is? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an | 15 |
| alibi, do you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the singular | 16 |
| but positively enjoying on the plural? Dustify of that sole, you | 17 |
| breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must lie! | 18 |
Oyessoyess! I never dramped of prebeing a postman but | 19 |
| I mean in ostralian someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my | 20 |
| allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom 'tis better | 21 |
| ne'er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for | 22 |
| looking at churches from behind, who is sender of the Hullo | 23 |
| Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High | 24 |
| Brazil Brandan's Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Nought- | 25 |
| noughtnought nein. Assass. Dublire, per Neuropaths. Punk. | 26 |
| Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two plays punk | 27 |
| wire splosh how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten | 28 |
| poor Alby Sobrinos, Geoff, you blighter, identifiable by the | 29 |
| necessary white patch on his rear? How he went to his swilters- | 30 |
| land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his coglionial | 31 |
| expancian? Won't you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of | 32 |
| the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though pre- | 33 |
| ferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies | 34 |
| and the ratties the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the | 35 |
| patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree! | 36 |