| leary obelisk via the rock vhat myles knox furlongs; to the | 1 |
| general's postoffice howsands of patience; to the Wellington | 2 |
| memorial half a league wrongwards; to Sara's bridge good hun- | 3 |
| ter and nine to meet her: to the point, one yeoman's yard. He, he, | 4 |
| he ! At that do you leer, a setting up? With a such unfettered belly? | 5 |
| Two cascades? I leer (O my big, O my bog, O my bigbagbone!) | 6 |
| because I must see a buntingcap of so a pinky on the point. It is | 7 |
| for a true glover's greetings and many burgesses by us, greats | 8 |
| and grosses, uses to pink it in this way at tet-at-tet. For long has | 9 |
| it been effigy of standard royal when broken on roofstaff which | 10 |
| to the gunnings shall cast welcome from Courtmilits' Fortress, | 11 |
| umptydum dumptydum. Bemark you these hangovers, those | 12 |
| streamer fields, his influx. Do you not have heard that, the queen | 13 |
| lying abroad from fury of the gales, (meekname mocktitles her | 14 |
| Nan Nan Nanetta) her liege of lateenth dignisties shall come on | 15 |
| their bay tomorrow, Michalsmas, mellems the third and fourth of | 16 |
| the clock, there to all the king's aussies and all their king's men, | 17 |
| knechts tramplers and cavalcaders, led of herald graycloak, Ulaf | 18 |
| Goldarskield? Dog! Dog! Her lofts will be loosed for her and | 19 |
| their tumblers broodcast. A progress shall be made in walk, ney? I | 20 |
| trow it well, and uge by uge. He shall come, sidesmen accostant, by | 21 |
| aryan jubilarian and on brigadier-general Nolan or and buccaneer- | 22 |
| admiral Browne, with | 23 |
| and his white elkox terriers for a hunting on our littlego illcome | 24 |
| faxes. In blue and buff of Beaufort the hunt shall make. It is | 25 |
| poblesse noblige. Ommes will grin through collars when each | 26 |
| riders other's ass. Me Eccls! What cats' killings overall! What | 27 |
| popping out of guillotened widows! Quick time! Beware of | 28 |
| waiting! Squintina plies favours on us from her rushfrail and | 29 |
| Zosimus, the crowder, in his surcoat, sues us with souftwister. | 30 |
| Apart we ! Here are gantlets. I believe, by Plentifolks Mixymost! | 31 |
| Yet if I durst to express the hope how I might be able to be pre- | 32 |
| sent. All these peeplers entrammed and detrained on bikeygels | 33 |
| and troykakyls and those puny farting little solitires! Tollacre, | 34 |
| tollacre! Polo north will beseem Sibernian and Plein Pelouta will | 35 |
| behowl ne yerking at lawncastrum ne ghimbelling on guelflinks. | 36 |