| spirit, called Sebastion, from the Rivera in Januero, (he is not | 1 |
| all hear) may fernspreak shortly with messuages from my dead- | 2 |
| ported. Let us cheer him up a little and make an appunkment for | 3 |
| a future date. Hello, Commudicate! How's the buttes? Ever- | 4 |
| scepistic! He does not believe in our psychous of the Real Ab- | 5 |
| sence, neither miracle wheat nor soulsurgery of P. P. Quemby. | 6 |
| He has had some indiejestings, poor thing, for quite a little while, | 7 |
| confused by his tonguer of baubble. A way with him! Poor Felix | 8 |
| Culapert! Ring his mind, ye staples, (bonze!) in my ould reeke- | 9 |
| ries' ballyheart and in my krumlin and in aroundisements and | 10 |
| stremmis! Sacks eleathury! Sacks eleathury! Bam! I deplore over | 11 |
| him ruely. Mongrieff! O Hone! Guestermed with the nobelities, | 12 |
| to die bronxitic in achershous! So enjoying of old thick whiles, | 13 |
| in haute white toff's hoyt of our formed reflections, with stock | 14 |
| of eisen all his prop, so buckely hosiered from the Royal Leg, | 15 |
| and his puertos mugnum, he would puffout a dhymful bock. | 16 |
| And the how he would husband her that verikerfully, his cigare | 17 |
| divane! (He would redden her with his vestas, but 'tis naught.) | 18 |
| With us his nephos and his neberls, mest incensed and befogged | 19 |
| by him and his smoke thereof. But he shall have his glad stein of | 20 |
| our zober beerbest in Oscarshal's winetavern. Buen retiro! The | 21 |
| boyce voyce is still flautish and his mounth still wears that | 22 |
| soldier's scarlet though the flaxafloyeds are peppered with salse- | 23 |
| dine. It is bycause of what he was ascend into his prisonce on | 24 |
| account off. I whit it wel. Hence his deepraised words. Some day | 25 |
| I may tell of his second storey. Mood! Mood! It looks like some- | 26 |
| one other bearing my burdens. I cannot let it. Kanes nought. | 27 |
| Well, yeamen, I have bared my whole past, I flatter myself, | 28 |
| on both sides. Give me even two months by laxlaw in second | 29 |
| division and my first broadcloth is business will be to protest to | 30 |
| Recorder at Thing of all Things, or court of Skivinis, with mar- | 31 |
| chants grey, antient and credibel, Zerobubble Barrentone, Jonah | 32 |
| Whalley, Determined Codde or Cucumber Upright, my jurats, | 33 |
| if it does not occur again. O rhyme us! Haar Faagher, wild heart | 34 |
| in Homelan; Harrod's be the naun. Mine kinder come, mine | 35 |
| wohl be won. There is nothing like leuther. O Shee! And nosty | 36 |