Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly
before that made aware, next
halted to fetch a
breath, the first cothurminous leg of his night-
stride being pulled
through, and to loosen (let
God's son now be
looking down on the poor preambler!) both of his
bruised
brogues that were plainly made a good bit before
his hosen were,
at the weir by
Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as
large as he was
lively, was he noted for his humane treatment of
any kind of
abused footgear), a
matter of maybe nine score or
so barrelhours
distance off as truly he merited to do. He was
there, you could
planemetrically see, when I took a closer look at
him, that was to
say, (gracious helpings, at this rate of growing
our cotted child of
yestereve will soon fill space and burst in
systems, so speeds the
instant!) amply altered for the brighter, though
still the graven
image of his squarer self as he was used to be,
perspiring but
happy notwithstanding his foot was still
asleep
on him, the way
he thought, by the holy januarious, he had a
bullock's hoof in his
buskin, with his
halluxes so splendid, through
Ireland untran-
scended, bigmouthed
poesther,
propped up, restant,
against a
butterblond warden of the
peace, one
comestabulish Sigurdsen,
(and where a better than such exsearfaceman to
rest from roving
the laddyown he
bootblacked?) who, buried upright
like the
Osbornes, kozydozy, had tumbled
slumbersomely on
sleep at
night duty behind the
curing station,
equilebriated amid the
embracings of a monopolized bottle.
-
Now, there were as many as
twentynine hedge daughters out
- of Benent Saint Berched's national
nightschool
(for they seemed
- to remember how it was still a once-upon-a-four
year) learning
- their antemeridian lesson of life, under its
tree, against its warn-
- ing, beseated, as they were, upon the brinkspondy,
attracted to
- the rarerust sight of the first human yellowstone
landmark (the
- bear, the boer, the king of all boors, sir
Humphrey his knave
- we met on the moors!) while they
paddled away,
keeping time
- magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing
foolu-
- fool jouay allo misto posto, O so
jaonickally,
all barely in their
- typtap teens, describing a charming
dactylogram
of nocturnes
- though repelled by the snores of the log who
looked stuck to
- the sod as ever and
oft, when liquefied, (vil!)
he murmoaned
- abasourdly in his
Dutchener's native, visibly
unmoved, over his
- treasure trove for the
crown: Dotter dead
bedstead mean diggy
- smuggy flasky!
- Jaun (after he had in the
first place doffed a hat with a
rein-
- forced crown and bowed to all the others in that
chorus of praise
- of goodwill girls on their best beehiviour who
all they were girls
- all rushing sowarmly for the post as buzzy as
sie
could bie to
read
- his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and
making a tremen-
- dous girlsfuss over him
pellmale, their
jeune
premier and his rosy-
- posy smile, mussing his
frizzy hair and the
golliwog curls of him,
- all, but that one; Finfria's fairest, done in
loveletters like a trayful
- of cloudberry
tartlets (ain't they fine, mighty,
mighty fine and
- honoured?) and smilingly smelling, pair and pair
about, broad
- by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice
perfumios that came
- cunvy peeling off him (nice!) which was
angelic
simply, savouring
- of wild thyme and
parsley jumbled with
breadcrumbs (O nice!)
- and feeling his full fat pouch for him so
tactily
and jingaling
- his jellybags for, though he looked a young
chapplie of
sixtine,
- they could frole by his manhood that he was just
the killingest
- ladykiller all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking
kindlily (hillo,
- missies!) after their
howareyous at all with
those of their dolly-
- begs (and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are
Bernadetta's
- columbillas? and
Juliennaw's
tubberbunnies?
and Eulalina's
- tuggerfunnies?) he next went on (finefeelingfit!)
to drop a few
- stray remarks anent their personal appearances
and the contrary
- tastes displayed in their tight
kittycasques and
their smart fricky-
- frockies, asking coy one after
sloy one had she
read Irish legginds
- and gently reproving one that the ham of her
hom
could be
- seen below her hem and whispering another aside,
as lavariant,
- that the hook of her
hum was open a bittock at
her back to have
- a sideeye to that, hom, (and all of course just
to fill up a form
- out of pure human kindness and in a sprite of
fun) for Jaun, by
- the way, was by the way of becoming (I think, I
hope he was)
- the most purely human being that ever was called
man, loving all
- up and down the whole creation from Sampson's
tyke to Jones's
- sprat and from the King of all Wrenns down to
infuseries) Jaun,
- after those few prelimbs
made out through his
eroscope the
- apparition of his
fond sister Izzy for he knowed
his love by her
- waves of splabashing and she showed him proof by
her way of
- blabushing nor could he forget her so
tarnelly
easy as all that
- since he was brotherbesides her benedict
godfather and heaven
- knows he thought the world and his life of her
sweet heart could
- buy, (brao!) poor, good, true,
Jaun!
- — Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express
cordia-
- lity, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he
- began to take leave of his scolastica at once so
as to gain time
- with deep affection, we honestly believe you
sorely will miss us
- the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the
dischurch of
- all duty that it is about time, by Great
Harry,
we would shove
- off to stray on our long last journey and not be
the load on ye.
- This is the gross
proceeds of your teachings in
which we were
- raised, you, sis, that used to write to us the
exceeding nice letters
- for presentation and would be telling us anun
(full well do we
- wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of
homespinning and
- derringdo and
dieobscure and
daddyho, these tales
which reliter-
- ately whisked off our heart so narrated by thou,
gesweest, to
- perfection, our pet pupil of the whole
rhythmetic
class and the
- mainsay of our
erigenal
house, the time we
younkers twain were
- fairly tossing ourselves (O
Phoebus! O Pollux!)
in bed, having
- been laid up with
Castor's oil on the Parrish's
syrup (the night
- we will remember) for to share our hard suite of
affections with
- thee.
- I rise, O fair assemblage!
Andcommincio.
Now then, after
- this introit of
exordium, my galaxy girls,
quiproquo
of directions
- to henservants I was asking his advice on the
strict T.T. from
- Father Mike, P.P., my
orational dominican and
confessor doctor,
- C.C.D.D. (buy the
birds, he was saying as he
yerked me under
- the ribs sermon in an offrand way and confidence
petween peas
- like ourselves in soandso many
nuncupiscent words
about how he
- had been confarreating
teat-a-teat with two
viragos intactas about
- what an awful life he led, poorish
priced,
uttering mass for a
- coppall of geldings and what a
lawful day it was,
there and then,
- for a consommation with an
effusion and how, by
all the manny
- larries ate
pignatties, how, hell in tunnels,
he'd marry me any
- old buckling time as flying quick as he'd look at
me) and I am
- giving youth now again in words of style
byaway
of offertory
- hisand
mikeadvice, an it place the person, as ere
he retook him
- to his cure, those
verbs he said to me. From
above. The most
- eminent bishop titular
of Dubloonik to all his purtybusses in
- Dellabelliney.
Comeallyedimseldamsels, siddle
down and lissle
- all! Follow me close! Keep me in view!
Understeady me saries!
- Which is to all practising massoeurses from a
preaching freer and
- be a gentleman without a duster before a
parlourmade with-
- out a spitch. Now. During our brief apsence from
this furtive
- feugtig season adhere to as many as probable of
the ten com-
- mandments touching purgations and
indulgences
and in the long
- run they will prove for your better
guidance
along your path of
- right of way. Where the
lisieuse are we and
what's the first sing
- to be sung? Is it rubrics,
mandarimus, pasqualines, or
verdidads
- is in it, or the
bruiselivid
indecores of estreme
voyoulence and,
- for the lover of lithurgy,
bekant or
besant,
where's the fate's to
- be wished for? Several
sindays after
whatsintime.
I'll sack that sick
- server the minute I bless him. That's the mokst I
can do for his
- grapce. Economy of movement,
axe why said. I've a
hopesome's
- choice if I chouse of all the
sinkts in the colander. From the
com-
- mon for ignitious Purpalume to the
proper of
Francisco Ultramare,
- last of scorchers, third of
snows, in
terrorgammons howdydos.
- Here she's, is a bell, that's wares in heaven, virginwhite,
Undetri-
- gesima, vikissy
manonna. Doremon's! The same or
similar to be
- kindly observed within the affianced
dietcess of
Gay O'Toole
- and Gloamy
Gwenn du Lake (Danish spoken!) from
Manducare
- Monday up till farrier's
siesta in china dominos.
Words taken in
- triumph, my sweet
assistance, from the sufferant
pen of our joco-
- sus inkerman militant of the reed behind the ear.
- Never miss your lostsomewhere
mass for the couple in
Myles
- you butrose to brideworship. Never hate mere pork
which is bad
- for your knife of a
good
friday. Never let a hog
of the howth
- trample underfoot your
linen of
Killiney. Never
play lady's game
- for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away
till you win his
- diamond back. Make a strong point of never
kicking up your
- rumpus over the
scroll end of sofas in the
Dar
Bey Coll Cafeteria
- by tootling risky apropos songs at
commercial travellers' smokers
- for their Columbian nights entertainments the
like of White limbs
- they never stop teasing or Minxy was a
Manxmaid when Murry
- wor a Man. And, by the
bun, is it you goes
bisbuiting His Esaus
- and Cos and then throws them bag in the box? Why
the tin's
- nearly empty. First thou shalt not smile. Twice
thou shalt not
- love. Lust, thou shalt not
commix idolatry. Hip
confiners help
- compunction. Never
park your brief stays in the
men's con-
- venience. Never clean your
buttoncups with your
dirty pair of
- sassers. Never ask his first person where's your
quickest cut to
- our last place. Never let the promising hand
usemake free of
- your oncemaid sacral. The soft side of the
axe! A coil of
cord, a
- colleen coy, a
blush on a bush turned first man's
laughter into
- wailful moither. O foolish
cuppled! Ah,
dice's
error! Never dip
- in the ern while you've browsers on your
suite.
Never slip the
- silver key through your gate of
golden
age.
Collide with man,
- collude with money. Ere you sail foreget my
prize. Where you
- truss be circumspicious and look before you
leak,
dears. Never
- christen medlard apples till a
swithin is in
sight. Wet your thistle
- where a weed is and you'll rue
it, despyneedis.
Especially beware
- please of being at a party to any
demoralizing
home life. That
- saps a chap. Keep cool faith in the
firm, have
warm hoep in the
- house and begin frem
athome to be
chary of
charity. Where it
- is nobler in the main to
supper than the boys and
errors of out-
- rager's virtue. Give back those stolen kisses;
restaure those all-
- cotten glooves. Recollect the
yella perals that
all too often beset
- green
gerils,
Rhidarhoda and
Daradora, once they
gethobby-
- horsical, playing
breeches parts for
Bessy Sudlow
in flesh-
- coloured pantos instead of
earthing down in the
coalhole trying
- to boil the
big gun's dinner. Leg-before-Wicked
lags-behind-
- Wall where here Mr Whicker
whacked a great fall. Femora-
- familla feeled it a
candleliked but Hayes,
Conyngham and Erobin-
- son sware it's an egg. Forglim
mick aye! Stay,
forestand and
- tillgive it! Remember the
biter's bitters I shed
the vigil I buried
- our Harlotte Quai from poor Mrs Mangain's of
Britain Court on
- the feast of Marie
Maudlin. Ah, who would wipe
her weeper dry
- and lead her to the halter? Sold in her
heyday,
laid in the straw,
- bought for one puny
petunia. Moral: if you can't
point a lily get
- to henna out of here! Put your
swell foot
foremost on foulardy
- pneumonia shertwaists,
irriconcilible with true
fiminin risirvi-
- tion and ribbons of lace,
limenick's disgrace.
Sure, what is it on the
- whole only holes tied together, the merest and
transparent washing-
- tones to make Languid Lola's
lingery longer?
Scenta Clauthes
- stiffstuffs your hose and heartsies full of
temptiness. Vanity flee
- and Verity fear! Diobell!
Whalebones and
buskbutts may hurt
- you (thwackaway thwuck!) but never lay bare your
breast sec-
- ret (dickette's place!) to joy a Jonas in the
Dolphin's Barncar
- with your meetual
fan, Doveyed Covetfilles,
comepulsing payn-
- attention spasms between the
averthisment for
Ulikah's wine and
- a pair of pulldoors of the old cupiosity shape.
There you'll fix
- your eyes darkled on the
autocart of the bringfast cable but here
- till youre martimorphysed please sit still face
to face. For if the
- shorth of your skorth falls down to his knees
pray how wrong
- will he look till he rises? Not before
Gravesend
is commuted. But
- now reappears
Autist Algy, the pulcherman and
would-do per-
- former, oleas Mr Smuth, stated by the vice
crusaders to be well
- known to all the
dallytaunties in and near the
ciudad of
Buellas
- Arias, taking you to the playguehouse to see the Smirching
of
- Venus and asking with whispered offers in
a very low bearded
- voice, with a nice little tiny manner and in a
very nice little tony
- way, won't you be an artist's moral and pose in
your nudies as a
- local esthetic before
voluble old masters,
introducing you, left
- to right the party comprises, to
hogarths like
Bottisilly and
- Titteretto and
Vergognese and Coraggio with their
extrahand
- Mazzaccio, plus the usual
bilker's dozen of
dowdycameramen.
- And the volses of
lewd
Buylan, for innocence! And
the phylli-
- sophies of Bussup
Bulkeley. O, the frecklessness
of the giddies
- nouveautays! There's many's the
icepolled
globetopper is haunt-
- ed by the hottest spot under his
equator like
Ramrod, the meaty
- hunter, always jaeger for a
thrust. The
back
beautiful, the un-
- draped divine! And Suzy's Moedl's with their Blue
Danuboyes!
- All blah! Viper's
vapid vilest!
Put off the old
man at the very
- font and get right on with the nutty sparker
round the back.
- Slip your oval out of touch and let the
paravis
be your goal.
- Up leather,
Prunella, convert your try! Stick
wicks in your ear-
- shells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look
on a boa in
- his beauty and you'll never more wear your
strawberry leaves.
- Rely on the relic. What
bondman ever you bind on
earth I'll be
- bound 'twas combined in hemel. Keep
airly hores
and the worm
- is yores. Dress the pussy for her
nighty and
follow her piggy-
- tails up their way to Winkyland. See little
poupeep she's firsht
- ashleep. After having
sat your
poetries and you
know what
- happens when chine throws over jupan. Go to
doss
with
- the poulterer, you understand, and shake up with
the milch-
- mand. The Sully van
vultures are on the
prowl.
And the
- hailies
fingringmaries. Tobaccos
tabu and
toboggan's a back
- seat. Secret satieties and
onanymous letters make
the great un-
- watched as bad as their betters. Don't on any
account acquire
- a paunchon for that alltoocommon fagbutt habit of
frequenting
- and chumming together with the
braces of couples
in Mr Tun-
- nelly's hallways
(smash it) wriggling with
lowcusses and cock-
- chafers and vamps and
rodants, with the end to
commit acts of
- interstipital indecency as between twineties and
tapegarters,
- fingerpats on fondlepets, under the couvrefeu
act. It's the thin
- end; wedge your
steps! Your high powered
hefty
hoyden thinks
- nothing of ramping through a whole
suite of
smokeless hus-
- bands. Three minutes I'm counting you. Woooooon.
No triching
- now! Give me that when I tell you! Ragazza
ladra! And is that
- any place to be smuggling his
madam's apples up?
Deceitful
- jade. Gee
wedge!
Begor, I like the way they're
half cooked.
- Hold, flay, grill, fire that
laney feeling for kosenkissing
disgeni-
- cally within the proscribed limits like
Population Peg on a hint or
- twim clandestinely does be doing to Temptation
Tom, atkings
- questions in barely and
snakking svarewords like
a nursemagd.
- While there's men-a'war on the
say there'll be
loves-o'women
- on the do. Love through the usual channels, cisternbrothelly,
- when properly disinfected and taken neat in the
generable way
- upon retiring to roost in the company of a
husband-in-law or
- other respectable relative of an apposite sex,
not love that leads
- by the nose as I foresmellt but
canalised love,
you understand,
- does a felon good,
suspiciously if he has a
slugger's liver but I
- cannot belabour the point too
ardently (and after
the lessions of
- experience I speak from inspiration) that fetid
spirits is the thief
- of prurities, so none of your twenty
rod cherrywhisks, me
- daughter! At the Cat and Coney or the
Spotted Dog. And at
- 2bis
Lot's Road. When parties get tight for each
other they lose
- all respect together. By the stench of her fizzle
and the glib of her
- gab know the drunken
draggletail Dublin drab.
You'll pay for
- each bally sorraday night every
billing sumday
morning. When
- the night is in May and the moon shines might. We
won't meeth
- in Navan till you try
to give the Kellsfrieclub the
goby. Hill or
- hollow, Hull or Hague! And beware how you dare of
wet cock-
- tails in Kildare or the same may see your wedding
driving home
- from your wake. Mades of ashens when you flirt
spoil the lad
- but spare his shirt! Lay your lilylike long his
shoulder but buck
- back if he buts bolder and just
hep your homely
hop and heed
- no horning but if you've got some
brainy notion
to raise cancan
- and rouse commotion I'll be
apt to flail that
tail for you till it's
- borning. Let the love
ladleliked at the eye girde
your gastricks
- in the gym. Nor must you omit to screw the lid
firmly on that
- jazz
jiggery and kick
starts.
Bumping races on
the flat and point
- to point over obstacles. Ridewheeling that
acclivisciously up
- windy
Rutland Rise and
insighting rebellious
northers before the
- saunter of the city of
Dunlob. Then
breretonbiking on the free
- with your airs of go-be-dee and your heels upon
the handlebars.
- Berrboel brazenness! No, before your
corselage
rib is decartilaged,
- that is to mean if you have visceral
ptossis, my
point is, making
- allowances for the
fads of your weak abdominal
wall and your
- liver asprewl,
vinvin, vinvin, or should you
feel, in shorts, as
- though you needed healthy physicking exorcise to
flush your
- kidneys, you understand, and move that
twelffinger bowel and
- threadworm
inhibitating it, lassy, and
perspire
freely, lict your
- lector in the lobby and why out you go by the
ostiary on to
- the dirt track and
skip! Be a sportive. Deal with
Nature the great
- greengrocer and pay regularly the
monthlies. Your
Punt's Per-
- fume's only in the
hatpinny shop beside the reek
of the rawny.
- It's more important than air
I mean than eats air
(Oop, I
- never open momouth but I pack mefood in it) and
promotes that
- natural emotion. Stamp out
bad eggs. Why so many
puddings
- prove disappointing, as Dietician says, in
Creature Comforts
- Causeries, and why so much soup is so
muck
slop.
If we
- could fatten on the
elizabeetons we wouldn't have
teeth like
- the hippopotamians. However. Likewise if I were
in your
- envelope shirt I'd keep my weathereye well
cocked
open for
- your furnished
lodgers paying for their feed on
tally with
- company and piano tunes. Only stuprifying
yourself! The too
- friendly friend sort, Mazourikawitch or some
other sukinsin of
- a vitch, who he's
kommen from olt
Pannonia on
this porpoise
- whom sue stooderin about the
maul and femurl
artickles and who
- mix himself so at home mid the
musik and spanks
the ivory
- that lovely for this your
Mistro Melosiosus
MacShine MacShane
- may soon prove your undoing and
bane through the
succeeding
- years of rain should you, whilst Jaun is from
home, get used to
- basking in his
loverslowlap,
inordinately clad,
moustacheteasing,
- when closehended together behind locked doors,
kissing steadily,
- (malbongusta, it's not
the thing you know!) with
the calfloving
- selfseeker, under the influence of woman,
inching
up to you, dis-
- arranging your modesties and
fumbling with his
forte paws in your
- bodice after your
billy
doos twy as a first go
off (take care, would
- you stray and split on me!) and going on doing
his idiot every
- time you gave him his chance to get thick and
play pigglywiggly,
- making much of you,
bilgetalking like a ditherer,
gougouzoug,
- about your glad neck and the round
globe and the
white milk and
- the red raspberries (O
horrifier!) and prying
down furthermore to
- chance his lucky arm with his pregnant questions
up to our past
- lives. What has that caught to sing with him? The
next fling
- you'll be squitting on the
Tubber Nakel, pouring
pitchers to the
- well for old Gloatsdane's glorification and the
postequities of
- the Black
Watch, peeping private from the Bush
and Rangers.
- And our local busybody, talker-go-bragk. Worse
again! Off of
- that praying fan on to them
priars! It would be a
whorable state
- of affairs altogether for the redcolumnists of
presswritten epics,
- Peter Paragraph and Paulus
Puff, (I'm
keepsoaking
them to cover
- my concerts) to get ahold of for their
balloons
and shoot you
- private by surprise, considering the marriage
slump that's on this
- oil age and pulexes three shillings a pint and
wives at six and
- seven when domestic calamities
belame par and
newlaids bellow
- mar for the twenty twotoosent time thwealthy took
thousands
- in the slack march of civilisation were you,
becoming guilty of
- unleckylike
intoxication to have and to hold, to
pig and to pay
- direct connection, qua
intervener, with a
prominent married member
- of the vicereeking squad
and, in consequence of
the therein-
- under subpenas,
be flummoxed to the second degree
by becoming a
- detestificated
companykeeper on the dammymonde of
Luca-
- lamplight. Anything but that, for the fear and
love of gold! Once
- and for all, I'll have no college swankies (you
see, I am well
- voiced in love's arsenal and all its overtures
from collion boys
- to colleen bawns so I have every reason to know
that rogues'
- gallery of nightbirds and bitchfanciers, lucky
duffs and light
- lindsays, haughty hamiltons and gay gordons, dosed,
doctored
- and otherwise, messing around skirts and what
their fickling in-
- tentions look like, you make up your mind to
that) trespassing
- on your danger zone in the
dancer years. If ever
I catch you at it,
- mind, it's you that will
cocottch it! I'll tackle
you to feel if you
- have a few devils in you. Holy gun, I'll give it
to you, hot, high
- and heavy before you can say
sedro! Or may the
maledictions
- of Lousyfear fall like
nettlerash on the white
friar's father that
- converted from moonshine the
fostermother of the
first nancy-
- free that ran off after the
trumpadour that
mangled Moore's melo-
- dies and so upturned the
tubshead of the
stardaft
journalwriter
- to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the
firtree out of which
- Cooper Funnymore
planed the flat of the
beerbarrel on which
- my grandydad's lustiest sat his seat of unwisdom
with my tante's
- petted sister for the cause of his joy!
Amene.
- Poof! There's puff for ye,
begor, and planxty of it, all
abound
- me breadth! Glor
galore and
glory
be! As broad as
its lung and
- as long as a line! The valiantine vaux of
Venerable Val Vous-
- dem. If my jaws must brass away like the
due
drops on my lay.
- And the topnoted delivery you'd expected be me
invoice! Theo
- Dunnohoo's warning from Daddy O'Dowd.
Whoo? What
I'm
- wondering to myselfwhose for there's a strong
tendency, to put
- it mildly, by making me the medium. I feel spirts
of itchery out-
- ching out from all over me and only for the
sludgehummer's
- force in my hand to hold them the darkens alone
knows what'll
- who'll be saying of next. However. Now, before my
upperotic
- rogister, something nice. Now? Dear Sister, in
perfect leave again I
- say take a brokerly advice and keep it to
yourself that we, Jaun, first
- of our name here now make all receptacles
of, free
of price. Easy,
- my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or
nod. No
cheeka-
- cheek with chipperchapper, you and your last
mashboy and the
- padre in the pulpbox
enumerating you his nostrums. Be
vacillant
- over those vigilant who would leave you to
belave
black on white.
- Close in for
psychical
hijiniks as well but
fight
shy of mugpunters.
- I'd burn the books that grieve you and light an
allassundrian bom-
- pyre that would suffragate
Tome Plyfire or Zolfanerole. Perousse
- instate your Weekly
Standerd, our verile
organ that is ethelred by all
- pressdom. Apply your
five wits to the four
verilatest. The
Arsdi-
- ken's An Traitey on Miracula or
Viewed to
Death by a Priest
- Hunter is still first in the field despite
the castle bar,
William
- Archer's a rompan good
cathalogue and he'll give
you a riser on
- the route to our nazional labronry. Skim over
Through
Hell
- with the Papes (mostly boys) by the divine
comic Denti Alligator
- (exsponging your index) and find a quip in a
quire arisus aream
- from bastardtitle to fatherjohnson. Swear aloud
by pious fiction
- the like of Lentil Lore by Carnival Cullen
or that Percy Wynns
- of our S. J. Finn's or
Pease
in Plenty by
the Curer of Wars,
- licensed and censered by our most
picturesque prelates, Their
- Graces of Linzen and
Petitbois, bishops of
Hibernites, licet ut
- lebanus, for expansion on the
promises,
the two best sells on the
- market this luckiest year,
set up by Gill the father,
put out by
Gill
- the son and circulating disimally at
Gillydehooly's Cost.
Strike up
- a nodding acquaintance for our doctrine with the
works of old
- Mrs Trot, senior, and Manoel
Canter, junior, and
Loper de Figas,
- nates maximum. I used to follow Mary
Liddlelambe's flitsy tales,
- espicially with the
scentaminted sauce. Sifted
science will do your
- arts good. Egg Laid by Former Cock and With
Flageolettes in Send
- Fanciesland. Chiefly girls.
Trip over
sacramental tea into the long
- lives of our saints and saucerdotes, with
vignettes,
cut short into
- instructual primers by those in authority for the
bittermint of your
- soughts. Forfet not the
palsied. Light a match
for poor old
- Contrabally and send some
balmoil for the
schizmatics. A hemd
- in need is aye a friendly deed. Remember, maid,
thou dust art
- powder but
Cinderella thou must return (what are
you robbing
- her sleeve for, Ruby? And pull in your tongue,
Polly!). Cog that
- out of your teen times, everyone. The lad who
brooks no
- breaches lifts the lass that
toffs a tailor. How
dare ye be laughing
- out of your mouthshine at the lack of that? Keep
cool your fresh
- chastity which is far better far.
Sooner than
part with that vesta-
- lite emerald of the first
importance, descended
to me by far from
- our family, which you treasure up so closely
where extremes
- meet, nay, mozzed
lesmended, rather let the whole
ekumene
- universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his
Mary well
- likes. When the gong goes for hornets-two-nest
marriage step
- into your harness and strip off that
nullity
suit. Faminy,
hold
- back! For the race is to the
rashest of, the
romping, jomping
- rushes of. Haul Seton's down, black, green and
grey, and hoist
- Mikealy's whey and
sawdust. What's overdressed if
underclothed?
- Poposht
forstake me knot where there's white lets
ope. Whisht!
- Blesht she that walked with good Jook Humprey for
he made
- her happytight. Go! You can down all the dripping
you can
- dumple to, and
buffkid
scouse too
ad libidinum,
in these lassi-
- tudes if you've parents and things to look after.
That was what
- stuck to the Comtesse
Cantilene while she was
sticking out Mavis
- Toffeelips to feed her
soprannated huspals, and
it is henceforth
- associated with her names. La Dreeping! Die
Droopink! The
- inimitable in
puresuet of the inevitable! There's
nothing to touch
- it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a
mouthpull of white pud-
- ding for the wish is on her rose marine and the
lunchlight in her
- eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name
on the pie.
- Guard that gem, Sissy,
rich and rare, ses he. In
this cold old
- worold who'll feel it? Hum! The
jewel you're all
so cracked
- about there's flitty few of them gets it for
there's nothing now
- but the sable stoles and a
runabout to match it.
Sing him a ring.
- Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my
soandso.
Show and show.
- Show on show. She. Shoe. Shone.
- Divulge,
sjuddenly jouted out
hardworking Jaun, kicking
- the console to his double and braying aloud like
Brahaam's ass,
- and, as his voixehumanar
swelled to
great,
clenching his manlies,
- so highly strong was he, man, and gradually quite
warming to
- her (there must have been a power of kinantics in
that buel
- of gruel he gobed at bedgo) divorce into me and
say the cur-
- name in undress (if you get into trouble with a
party you are
- not likely to forget his appearance either) of
any lapwhelp or
- sleevemongrel who talks to you upon the road
where he tuck
- you to be a roller, O, (the
goattanned saxopeeler
upshotdown
- chigs peel of him!) and volunteers to
trifle with
your round-
- lings for profferred
glass and dough, the
marrying hand that
- his leisure repents of, without
taking out his
proper password
- from the eligible ministriss for affairs with the
black fremdling,
- that enemy of our country, in a
cleanlooking
light and I don't
- care a tongser's tammany hang who the
mucky is
nor twoo
- hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a hill
(were he even
- a constantineal namesuch of my very own, Attaboy
Knowling,
- and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, the two
that are
- taking out their divorces in the Spooksbury
courts circuits,
- Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of
Eboracum and Old
Father
- Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the
lanky sire of
Wolverhampton,
- about their bristelings), but as true as there's
a soke for sakes in
- Twoways Peterborough and sure as home we come to
newsky
- prospect from west the wave on schedule time (if
I came any
- quicker I'll be right back before I left) from
the land of breach
- of promise with Brendan's mantle
whitening the Kerribrasilian
- sea and March's pebbles spinning from beneath our
footslips to
- carry fire and
sword, rest insured that as we
value the very name
- in sister that as soon as we do possibly it will
be a poor lookout
- for that insister. He's a
markt man from that
hour. And why do
- we say that, you may query me?
Quary? Guess!
Call'st thou?
- Think and think and think, I urge on you. Muffed!
The wrong
- porridge. You are an
ignoratis! Because then
probably we'll
- dumb well soon show him what the
Shaun way is
like how we'll
- go a long way towards breaking his
outsider's
face for him for
- making up to you with his bringthee
balm of
Gaylad and his
- singthee songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward's
head into
- sanctuary before feeling with his two dimensions
for your nup-
- tial dito. Ohibow, if I was
Blonderboss I'd
gooandfrighthisdual-
- man! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do to be
sicker instead of
- compensation. We'll he'll burst
our his mouth
like Leary to the
- Leinsterface and reduce he'll we'll ournhisn
liniments to a
- poolp. Open the door softly, somebody wants you,
dear! You'll
- hear him calling you, bump, like a
blizz, in the
muezzin of the
- turkest night. Come on now,
pillarbox! I'll
stiffen your scribeall,
- broken reed! That'll be it,
grand operoar style,
even should I,
- with my sleuts of hogpew and
cheekas, have to
coomb the brash
- of the libs round Close Saint Patrice to lay my
louseboob on his
- behaitch like solitar. We are
all eyes. I have
his quoram of
- images all on my retinue,
Mohomadhawn Mike.
Brassup! More-
- over after that, bad manners to me, if I don't
think strongly about
- giving the brotherkeeper into
custody to the
first police bubby
- cunstabless of
Dora's Diehards in the field I
might chance to
- follopon. Or for that matter, for your
information, if I get the
- wind up what do you bet in the buckets of my
wrath I mightn't
- even take it into my
progromme, as
sweet
course,
to do a rash act
- and pitch in and
swing for your perfect stranger
in the meadow
- of heppiness and then wipe the street up with the
clonmellian,
- pending my bringing
proceedings verses the
joyboy
before a
- bunch of magistrafes and twelve good and
gleeful
men? Filius
- nullius per fas et
nefas. It should prove
more or less of an event
- and show the widest federal in my cup. He'll have
pansements
- then for his pensamientos, howling for peace.
Pretty knocks, I
- promise him with plenty burkes for his
shins.
Dumnlimn wimn
- humn. In which case I'll not be
complete in
fighting lust until I
- contrive to
half kill your Charley you're my
darling for you and
- send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist,
before his ap-
- pointed time, particularly should he turn out to
be a man in brown
- about town, Rollo the
Gunger, son of a wants a
flurewaltzer to
- Arnolff's, picking up ideas, of well over or
about fiftysix or so,
- pithecoid proportions, with perhops five foot
eight, the usual
- X Y Z type, R.C. Toc H, nothing but claret, not
in the studbook
- by a long stortch, with a
toothbrush moustache
and jawcrockeries,
- alias grinner through collar, and of
course no beard, meat and
- colmans suit, with tar's baggy slacks, obviously
too roomy for
- him and springside boots,
washing tie, Father
Mathew's bridge
- pin, sipping some Wheatley's at
Rhoss's on a
barstool, with some
- pubpal of the
Olaf Stout kidney, always trying to
poorchase mov-
- ables by hebdomedaries for to putt in a new house
to loot, cigarette
- in his holder, with a good job and pension in
Buinness's, what
- about our trip to Normandy style conversation,
with an oc-
- casional they say that filmacoulored featured at
the Mothrapurl
- skrene about Michan and his lost angeleens is
corkyshows do
- morvaloos, blueygreen eyes a bit
scummy
developing a series of
- angry boils with certain references to the Deity,
seeking relief
- in alcohol and so on, general omnibus character
with a dash of
- railwaybrain, stale cough and an occasional
twinge of claudication,
- having his favourite fecundclass family of
upwards of a decade,
- both harefoot and
loadenbrogued, to boot and
buy
off, Imean.
- So let it be a knuckle or an
elbow, I hereby admonish you!
- It may all be topping fun but it's
tip and run
and touch and flow
- for every whack when Marie stopes Phil fluther's
game to go.
- Arms arome, side aside,
face into the
wall. To
the tumble of the
- toss tot the trouble of the
swaddled, O. And lest
there be no
- misconception, Miss
Forstowelsy, over who to
fasten the plight-
- forlifer on (threehundred and thirty three to one
on Rue the
- Day!) when the nice little smellar
squalls in his
crydle what the
- dirty old bigger'll be squealing through his
coughin you better
- keep in the gunbarrel straight around
vokseburst
as I recommence
- you to (you gypseyeyed baggage, do you hear what
I'm praying?)
- or, Gash, without butthering my head to
assortail
whose stroke
- forced or which struck backly, I'll
be all over
you myselx hori-
- zontally, as the straphanger said, for
knocking
me with my name
- and yourself and your babybag down at such a
greet sacrifice with
- a rap of the gavel to a third price
cowhandler as
cheap as the nig-
- gerd's dirt (for sale!) or I'll smack your fruitflavoured
jujube lips
- well for you, so I will well for you, if you don't
keep a civil tongue
- in your pigeonhouse. The pleasures of love lasts
but a fleeting but
- the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. I'll
have it in for you. I'll
- teach you bed minners, tip for
tap, to be playing
your oddaugghter
- tangotricks with micky
dazzlers if I find corsehairs on your
- river-frock and the squirmside of your
burberry
lupitally covered
- with chiffchaff and
shavings. Up Rosemiry Lean
and Potanasty
- Rod you wos, wos you? I
overstand you, you
understand. Ask-
- ing Annybettyelsas to carry your parcels and you
dreaming of
- net glory. You'll
ging naemaer wi'Wolf the
Ganger. Cutting
- chapel, were you? and had dates with
slickers in
particular
- hotels, had we? Lonely went to play your mother,
isod? You was
- wiffriends? Hay, dot's a
doll yarn!
Mark mean
then! I'll homeseek
- you, Luperca as sure as there's a
palatine in
Limerick and in
- striped conference here's how.
Nerbu de
Bios! If
you twos goes
- to walk upon the railway, Gard, and I'll goad to
beat behind the
- bush! See to
it! Snip! It's up to you. I'll be
hatsnatching harrier
- to hiding huries hinder hedge. Snap! I'll tear up
your limpshades
- and lock all your trotters in the closet, I will,
and cut your silk-
- skin into garters. You'll give up your
ask
unbrodhel ways when
- I make you reely smart. So
skelp your budd and
kiss the hurt!
- I'll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the
bishop,
for your partial's
- indulgences if your my
rodeo gell. Fair man and
foul suggestion.
- There's a lot of lecit pleasure coming
bangslanging your way,
- Miss Pinpernelly satin. For your own good, you
understand, for
- the man who lifts his pud to a woman is saving
the way for
- kindness. You'll rebmemer your mottob
Aveh
Tiger Roma
- mikely smarter the nickst time. For I'll just
draw my prancer
- and give you one splitpuck in the
crupper, you
understand, that
- will bring the poppy blush of shame to your
peony
hindmost till
- you yelp
papapardon and
radden your rhodatantarums to the
- beat of calorrubordolor, I am, I do and I suffer,
(do you hear me
- now, lickspoon, and stop looking at your
bussycat
bow in the
- slate?) that you won't
obliterate for the bulkier
part of a running
- year, failing to give a good account of yourself,
if you think I'm
- so tan cupid as all that. Lights out now (bouf!),
tight and sleep
- on it. And that's how I'll bottle your
greedypuss
beautibus for
- ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the
peer of arrams that
- carry a wallop. Between them.
- Unbeknownst to you would
ire
turn o'er see, a nuncio would
- I return here. How (from the sublime to the
ridiculous) times
- out of oft, my future, shall we think with
deepest of love and
- recollection by rintrospection of thee but me far
away on the
- pillow, breathing foundly o'er my names all
through the empties,
- whilst moidhered by the rattle of the
doppeldoorknockers. Our
- homerole poet to Ostelinda,
Fred Wetherly, puts
it somewhys
- better. You're sitting on me style, maybe,
whereoft I helped
- your ore. Littlegame
rumilie from
Liffalidebankum, (Toobli-
- queme!) but a big corner fill you do in this
unadulterated seat of
- our affections. Aerwenger's my breed so may we
uncreepingly
- multipede like the
sands on Amberhann!
Sevenheavens, O heaven!
- Iy waount yiou! yore ways to
melittleme were
wonderful so
- Ickam purseproud in sending
uym loveliest
pansiful thoughts
- touching me dash in-you through wee dots
Hyphen,
the so
- pretty arched
godkin of beddingnights. If I've
proved to your
- sallysfashion how I'm a man of
Armor let me so,
let me sue, let
- me see your isabellis.
How I shall, should I
survive, as, please the
- uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to
do, replacing
- mig wandering handsup in
yawers so yeager for mitch,
positively
- cover the two pure chicks of your comely
plumpchake with
- zuccherikissings, hong, kong, and so gong, that
I'd scare the bats
- out of the ivfry one of those puggy mornings,
honestly, by my
- rantandog and daddyoak I will, become come coming
when,
- upon the mingling of our
meeting waters,
wish to wisher, like
- massive mountains to part no more, you will there
and then, in
- those happy moments of ouryour soft accord,
rainkiss on me
- back, for full marks with
shouldered arms, and in
that united
- I.R.U. stade, when I come (touf! touf!)
wildflier's fox into my
- own greengeese again, swap sweetened
smugs, six
of one for half
- a dozen of the other, till they'll bet we're the
cuckoo derby
- when cherries next come back to
Ealing as come
they must, as
- they musted in their past, as they must for my
pressing season,
- as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately
suant on my
- safe return to ignorance and
bliss in my
horseless Coppal Poor,
- through suirland and
noreland, kings country and
queens, with
- my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll
hardly. Knowme.
- Slim ye, come
slum with me and
rally rats' roundup! 'Tis
- post purification we will,
sales of work and
social service,
- missus, completing our Abelite union by the
adoptation of
- fosterlings.
Embark for Euphonia! Up Murphy,
Henson and
- O'Dwyer, the Warchester Warders! I'll
put in a
shirt time
- if you'll get through your shift and between us
in our shared
- slaves, brace to
brassiere and
shouter to
shunter,
we'll pull off our
- working programme. Come into the garden guild and
be free
- of the gape athome! We'll
circumcivicise all
Dublin country.
- Let us, the real Us, all ignite in our
prepurgatory grade as apos-
- cals and be instrumental to utensilise, help our
Jakeline sisters
- clean out the hogshole and generally
ginger things up. Meliorism
- in massquantities, raffling
receipts
and sharing sweepstakes till
- navel, spokes and
felloes hum like hymn. Burn only what's Irish,
- accepting their coals. You will
soothe the cokeblack bile that's
- Anglia's and touch Armourican's iron
core. Write me your
- essayes, my
vocational scholars, but
corsorily, dipping your
- nose in it, for Henrietta's
sake, on
mortinatality in the life of
- jewries and the
sludge of King
Haarington's at its
height, running
- boulevards over the whole of it. I'd
write it all by mownself if
- I only had here of my jolly young watermen. Bear in mind, by
- Michael, all the provincial's bananas
peels and elacock eggs mak-
- ing drawadust jubilee along Henry,
Moore, Earl and
Talbot
- Streets. Luke at all the memmer
manning he's dung for the pray
- of birds, our
priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the
Castle-
- knock Road and drawing manure upon it
till the first glimpse of
- Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe
up to Dumping's Corner
- with the Mirist fathers' brothers
eleven versus
White Friars out
- on a rogation
stag party. Compare
them caponchin trowlers
- with the Bridge of Belches in
Fairview, noreast Dublin's favourite
- souwest
wateringplatz and ump as you
lump it. What do you
- mean by Jno Citizen and how do you
think of Jas Pagan?
- Compost liffe in Dufblin by
Pierce
Egan with the baugh in
- Baughkley of Fino
Ralli. Explain why
there is such a number
- of orders of religion in Asea! Why
such an order number in
- preference to any other number? Why
any number in any order
- at all? Now? Where is the greenest
island off the black coats
- of Spaign? Overset into universal: I
am perdrix and upon my
- pet ridge. Oralmus! Way, O way for
the autointaxication of
- our town of the Fords in a huddle!
Hailfellow some wellmet
- boneshaker or, to ascertain the facts
for herself, run up your
- showeryweather once and trust and
take the Drumgondola tram
- and, wearing the midlimb and
vestee
endorsed by the hierarchy
- fitted with ecclastics,
bending your steps, pick a trail and stand
- on, say, Aston's, I advise you
strongly, along quaith a copy of
- the Seeds and Weeds Act when you have
procured one for your-
- self and take a good longing gaze into any nearby
shopswindow
- you may select at suppose, let us say, the
hoyth
of number
- eleven, Kane or Keogh's, and in the course of
about thirtytwo
- minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your
heehills to-
- wards the previous causeway and I shall be very
cruelly mis-
- taken indeed if you will not be jushed astunshed
to see how you
- will be meanwhile durn weel
topcoated with kakes
of slush
- occasioned by the
mush jam of the
cross and
blackwalls traffic
- in transit. See
Capels and then fly. Show me that
complaint book
- here. Where's Cowtends
Kateclean, the woman with
the muckrake?
- When will the W.D. face of our sow
muckloved d'lin, the
Troia
- of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with
mendiants in per-
- forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white
like l'pool and
- m'chester? When's that
grandnational
goldcapped dupsydurby
- houspill coming with its vomitives for our
mothers-in-load and
- stretchers for their
devitalised males? I am all
of me for freedom
- of speed but who'll
disasperaguss Pope's
Avegnue
or who'll
- uproose the
Opian
Way? Who'll brighton Brayhowth
and bait
- the Bull Bailey and never
despair of
Lorcansby?
The rampant
- royal commissioners! 'Tis an
ill weed blows no
poppy good. And
- this labour's worthy of my
higher. Oil for meed
and toil for feed
- and a walk with the band for Job
Loos. If I hope
not charity what
- profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags are
knobs of hard-
- shape for it isagrim
tale, keeping the father of
curls from the
- sport of oak. Do you know what,
liddle giddles?
One of those
- days I am advised by the smiling voteseeker who's
now snoring
- elued to positively strike off hiking
for good
and all as I bldy
- well bdly ought until such temse as some
mood is
made under
- privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of
automoboil and foot-
- wear for these poor discalced and a
bourse from
bon Somewind for
- a cure at Badanuweir (though where it's going to
come from this
- time — )
as I sartunly think now,
honest to
John, for an income
- plexus that that's about the
sanguine boundary
limit. Amean.
- Sis dearest, Jaun added, with
voise somewhit murky, what
- though still high fa
luting, as he turned his
dorse to her to pay
- court to it, and ouverleaved his
booseys to give
the note and
- score, phonoscopically
incuriosited and
melancholic this time
- whiles, as on the fulmament he gaped in
wulderment, his on-
- saturncast eyes in stellar
attraction followed
swift to an imagin-
- ary swellaw, O, the vanity of
Vanissy! All ends
vanishing! Pur-
- sonally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry.
If time enough
- lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose
a blue fonx
- with any tristys blinking upon this
earthlight of
all them that
- pass by the way of the deerdrive, conconey's run
or wilfrid's
- walk, but I'd turn back as lief as not if I could
only spoonfind
- the nippy girl of my heart's
appointment, Mona
Vera Toutou
- Ipostila, my lady of
Lyons, to guide me by
gastronomy under
- her safe conduct. That's more in my line. I'd ask
no kinder of
- fates than to stay where I am, with my tinny of
brownie's tea,
- under the invocation of Saint
Jamas Hanway,
servant of Gamp,
- lapidated, and
Jacobus a Pershawm, intercissous,
for my thuri-
- fex, with Peter Roche, that frind of my
boozum,
leaning on my
- cubits, at this passing moment by
localoption in
the birds' lodg-
- ing, me pheasants among, where I'll dreamt that
I'll dwealth mid
- warblers' walls when
throstles and choughs to my
sigh hiehied,
- with me hares standing up well and me longlugs
dittoes, where
- a maurdering row, the fox! has broken at the
coward sight till
- well on into the beausome of the
exhaling night,
pinching stop-
- andgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop
brilliants
- on the tip of my wagger
but for that owledclock
(fast cease to it!)
- has just gone twoohoo the hour and that yen
breezes zipping
- round by Drumsally do be devils to play
fleurt. I
could sit on safe
- side till the bark of Saint
Grouseus for hoopoe's
hours, till heoll's
- hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the
sheep's
lightning and turn a wida-
- most ear dreamily to the
drummling of snipers,
hearing the wire-
- less harps of sweet old
Aerial and the mails
across the nightrives
- (peepet! peepet!) and
whippoor willy in the woody
(moor park!
- moor park!) as peacefed as a
philopotamus, and
crekking jugs
- at the grenoulls, leaving tealeaves for the trout
and belleeks for the
- wary till I'd followed through my
upfielded
neviewscope the
- rugaby moon cumuliously godrolling himself
westasleep amuckst
- the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my
nocturnal goose-
- mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me
down under in
- the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach
— the rent in my river-
- side, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest!
— ay, and melt my
- belt for a dace feast of
grannom with the finny
ones, those happy
- greppies in their minnowahaw, flashing down the
swansway,
- leaps ahead of the swift MacEels, the big
Gillaroo redfellows
- and the pursewinded
carpers,
rearin antis rood
perches astench
- of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with
the help of a
- norange and
bear, to be reclined by the lasher on
my logansome,
- my g.b.d. in my f.a.c.e.,
solfanelly in my
shellyholders and lov'd
- latakia, the
benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with
the jealosomines
- wilting away to their heart's deelight and the
king of saptimber
- letting down his humely odours for my consternation,
dapping
- my griffeen, burning water in the
spearlight or
catching trophies
- of the king's royal college of sturgeone by the
armful for to bake
- pike and pie while, O
twined me abower in
L'Alouette's Tower,
- all Adelaide's naughtingerls
juckjucking benighth
me, I'd ga-
- mut my twittynice
Dorian
blackbudds chthonic
solphia off my
- singasongapiccolo to
pipe musicall airs on
numberous fairy-
- aciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone,
up there, yes see,
- I double give, till the spinney all
eclosed asong
with them. Isn't
- that lovely though? I give to me alone I
trouble
give! I may have
- no mind to lamagnage the
forte bits like the
pianage but you
- can't cadge me off the key. I've a voicical lilt
too true.
Nomario!
- And bemolly and
jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the
- latcher part of my
throughers. And the lark that
I let fly (olala!)
- is as cockful of funantics as it's tune to my fork.
Naturale you
- might lower register me as
diserecordant, but I'm
athlone in the
- lillabilling of killarnies. That's
flat. Yet ware
the wold, you!
- What's good for the gorse is a goad for the
garden. Lethals lurk
- heimlocked in
logans. Loathe
laburnums. Dash the
gaudy death-
- cup! Bryony O'Bryony, thy name is
Belladama! But
enough of
- greenwood's gossip.
Birdsnests is birdsnests.
Thine to wait but
- mine to wage. And now play
sharp to me.
Doublefirst I'll head
- foremost through all my
examhoops. And what
sensitive coin
- I'd be possessed of at Latouche's, begor, I'd
sink it sumtotal, every
- dolly farting, in
vestments of subdominal poteen
at prime cost
- and I bait you my chancey oldcoat against the
whole ounce you
- half on your backboard (if madamaud strips
mesdamines may
- cold strafe illglands!) that I'm the
gogetter
that'd make it pay like
- cash registers as sure as there's a pot on a
pole. And, what with one
- man's fish and a dozen men's poissons, sowing my
wild plums to
- reap ripe plentihorns mead,
lashings of
erbole
and hydromel and
- bragget, I'd come out with my magic
fluke in
close time, fair,
- free and frolicky,
zooming tophole on the
mart as
a factor. And
- I tell you the Bective's wouldn't hold me. By the
unsleeping
- Solman Annadromus, ye god of little
pescies,
nothing would
- stop me for mony makes multimony like the
brogues
and the
- kishes. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice
and the Dublin
- Fusees and Connacht
Rangers ensembled! I'd axe
the channon
- and leip a liffey and drink annyblack water that
rann onme way.
- Yip! How's thats for
scats, mine shatz, for a
lovebird? To funk is
- only peternatural its
daring feers divine. Bebold!
Like Varian's
- balaying all behind me. And before you knew where
you
- weren't, I stake my
ignitial's divy,
cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd
- be staggering
humanity and loyally rolling you
over, my sow-
- white sponse, in my tons of
red clover,
nighty
nigh to the metro-
- nome, fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest of
all. Holy petter and
- pal, I'd spoil you altogether, my sumptuous
Sheila! Mumm all
- to do brut frull up
fizz and unpop a few
shortusians or shake a
- pale of sparkling ice, hear it
swirl, happy girl! Not a spot of my
- hide but you'd love to
seek and scanagain!
There'd be no stand-
- ing me, I tell you. And, as gameboy as my pagan
name K.C. is
- what it is, I'd never say
let fly till we shot
that blissup and
- swumped each other, manawife, into our
sever
nevers where I'd
- plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric
ottoman
in the lap of
- lechery, simpringly
stitchless with
admiracion,
among the most
- uxuriously furnished
compartments, with sybarate
chambers, just
- as I'd run my shoestring into near a million or
so of them as a
- firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one
thing that, how-
- over famiksed I would become, I'd be awful anxious, you under-
- stand, about shoepisser pluvious and in
assideration of the terrible
- luftsucks woabling around with the
hedrolics in
the coold amstop-
- here till the borting that would perish the Dane
and his chapter
- of accidents to be atramental to the better
half
of my alltoolyrical
- health, not considering my
capsflap, and that's
the truth now out
- of the cackling bag for truly sure, for another
thing, I never could
- tell the leest
falsehood that would
truthfully
give sotisfiction. I'm
- not talking apple sauce
eithou. Or
up in my hat.
I earnst. Schue!
- Sissibis dearest, as I was
reading to myself not very long ago
- in Tennis Flonnels Mac Courther, his
correspondance, besated
- upon my tripos, and just thinking like thauthor
how long I'd like
- myself to be continued at Hothelizod, peeking
into the focus and
- pecking at thumbnail
reveries,
pricking up ears
to my phono on
- the ground and picking up airs from th'other over
th'ether, 'tis
- tramsported with grief I am this night sublime,
as you may see
- by my size and my brow that's all
forehead, to go
forth, frank
- and hoppy, to the tune the old
plow tied off,
from our nostorey
- house, upon this benedictine
errand but it is
historically the most
- glorious mission, secret or profund, through all
the annals of our
- — as you
so often term her — efferfreshpainted
livy, in
beautific
- repose, upon the silence of the dead, from
pharoph the nextfirst
- down to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The
Vico road goes
- round and round to meet where
terms begin. Still
onappealed
- to by the cycles and unappalled by the
recoursers
we feel all
- serene, never you
fret, as regards our
dutyful cask.
Full of my
- breadth from pride I am (breezed be the healthy
same!) for 'tis a
- grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a
king,
not an every-
- night king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking
of Hither-on-
- Thither Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before
there was patch
- at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We
only wish
- everyone was as sure of anything in this watery
world as we are
- of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound
to follow. I'll
- lay you a guinea for a
hayseed now. Tell mother
that. And tell
- her tell her old one. 'Twill amuse her.
- Well, to the figends of
Annanmeses with the wholeabuelish
- business! For I declare to Jeshuam I'm beginning
to get sunsick!
- I'm not half Norawain for nothing. The fine ice
so temperate
- of our, alas, those times are not so far off as
you might wish to
be congealed. So now, I'll ask of you, let ye
create no scenes in
- my poor primmafore's wake. I don't want
yous to
be billow-
- fighting you biddy
moriarty duels,
gobble gabble,
over me till
- you spit stout, you understand, after soused
mackerel, sniffling
- clambake to hering and impudent
barney, braggart
of blarney,
- nor you ugly lemoncholic
gobs o'er the hobs in a
sewing circle,
- stopping oddments in maids' costumes at
sweeping
reductions,
- wearing out your
ohs by sitting around your ahs,
making areek-
- eransy round where I last put it, with the
painters in too,
- curse luck, with your
rags
up, exciting your mucuses, turning
- breakfarts into lost soupirs and
salon thay nor
you flabbies on
- your groaning chairs over
Bollivar's troubles of
a bluemoondag,
- steamin your damp
ossicles, praying Holy
Prohibition and Jaun
- Dyspeptist while
Ole Clo goes through the wood
with Shep
- togather, touting in the
chesnut burrs for
Goodboy Sommers
- and Mistral Blownowse hugs his
kindlings when
voiceyversy
- it's my gala
bene fit,
robbing leaves out of my
taletold book.
- May my tunc fester if ever I see such a
miry lot
of maggalenes!
- Once upon a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was
and the rest
- of your blatherumskite! Just a plain
shays by the
fire for absent-
- er Sh the Po and I'll make ye all as
eastern
hummingsphere of
- myself the moment that you name the
way. Look in
the slag
- scuttle and you'll see me sailspread over the
singing, and what
- do ye want trippings for when you've Paris
inspire your hat?
- Sussumcordials all round, let ye alloyiss and
ominies, while I
- stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it,
though blighted
- troth be all bereft, on my poor
headsake, even
should we forfeit
- our life. Lo, improving ages wait ye! In the orchard of the
bones.
- Some time very presently now when yon clouds are
dissipated
- after their forty years shower, the odds are, we
shall all be hooked
- and happy, communionistically, among the
fieldnights eliceam,
- élite of the elect, in the land of lost
of time. Johannisburg's a re-
- velation! Deck the diamants that never die! So
cut out the lone-
- some stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart
as you can lower
- it! Out with lent! Clap hands
postilium!
Fastintide is by. Your
- sole and myopper must
hereupon part company. So
for e'er fare
- thee welt!
Parting's fun. Take thou, the
wringle's thine, love.
- This dime doth trost thee from mine
alms.
Goodbye, swisstart,
- goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a
letterman does be
- often thought reading ye between lines that do
have no sense at
- all. I sign myself. With much
leg. Inflexibly
yours. Ann Posht
- the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!
- Something of a sidesplitting
nature must have occurred to
- westminstrel
Jaunathaun for a grand big
blossy
hearty stenor-
- ious laugh (even Drudge that
lay doggo thought
feathers fell)
- hopped out of his woolly's throat like a ball
lifted over the
- head of a deep
field, at the bare thought of how
jolly they'd like
- to be trolling his
whoop and all of them
truetotypes in missam-
- men massness were just starting to spladher
splodher with the
- jolly magorios,
hicky hecky hock, huges huges
huges, hughy
- hughy hughy, O Jaun, so jokable and so
geepy, O,
(Thou pure!
- Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong!
Our victory!
- O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who
thou well
- strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but
late. Beauty
- parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!),
swifter as mer-
- cury he wheels right round
starnly on the Rizzies
suddenly, with
- his gimlets blazing rather
sternish (how black
like thunder!), to
- see what's loose. So they stood still and
wondered. Till first he
- sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly
cried (the salt of
- the earth!) after which he pondered and finally
he replied:
- — There is some thing more. A word
apparting and shall the
- heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll
beseal
you! Fare thee
- well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my
sorellies. It's prayers
- in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young
gloria's gang
- voices the old doxologers, in the
suburrs of the
heavenly gardens,
- once we shall have passed, after surceases,
all
serene through
- neck and necklike
Derby and June to our snug
eternal retribu-
- tion's reward (the scorchhouse).
Shunt us! shunt
us! shut us!
- If you want to be felixed come and be
parked.
Sacred ease there!
- The seanad and pobbel queue's
remainder.
To it,
to it! Seekit
- headup! No petty family
squabbles Up There nor
homemade
- hurricanes in our
Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor
apuckalips
- nor no puncheon
jodelling nor no nothing. With
the Byrns
- which is far better and eve for ever your
idle
be. You will hardly
- reconnoitre the old wife in the new
bustle and
the farmer shinner
- in his latterday
paint. It's the
fulldress
Toussaint's wakeswalks
- experdition after a
bail motion from the chamber
of horrus.
- Saffron buns or
sovran bonhams
whichever you'r
avider to like
- it and lump it, but give it a
name. Iereny
allover irelands. And
- there's food for refection when the whole
flock's at home.
Hog-
- manny di'yegut? Hogmanny
di'yesmellygut? And hogmanny
- di'yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip
for it! Post-
- martem is the goods. With Jollification a tight
second. Toborrow
- and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass,
hairy and ever-
- grim life, till one finel
howdiedow Bouncer
Naster raps on the
- bell with a bone and his stinkers
stank behind
him with the
- sceptre and the
hourglass. We may come,
touch and
go, from
- atoms and ifs but we're
presurely destined to be
odd's without
- ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and
flop on the
seemy side,
- living sure of hardly a doorstep for a
stop gap,
with Whogoes-
- there and a live sandbag round the corner. But
upmeyant, Pro-
- spector, you sprout all your abel and
woof your
wings dead
- certain however of neuthing whatever to aye
forever while
- Hyam Hyam's in the
chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries
aside, in the tail
- of the cow what a humpty
daum earth looks our
miseryme here-
- today as compared beside the
Hereweareagain
Gaieties of the
- Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of these real
globoes lets
- regally fire of his
mio colpo for the
chrisman's pandemon to
give
- over and the Harlequinade to begin properly
SPQueaRking
- Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a
Notshall.
- Well, the slice and veg
joint's well in its way, and so is a
- ribroast and
jackknife as sporten dish, but home
cooking every-
- time. Mountains good mustard and, with the
helpings of ladies'
- lickfings and gentlemen's
relish, I've eaten a griddle. But I fill
- twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm
after eating a few
- natives. The crisp of the
crackling is in the chawing. Give us an-
- other cup of your scald.
Santos Mozos! That was a
damn good
- cup of scald! You could trot a
mouse on
it. I
ingoyed your pick
- of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, thank
awfully, (sublime!)
- Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled
protestants (allinoilia
- allinoilia!) only for your
peas again was
a taste
tooth psalty to
- carry flavour with my
godown and hereby return
with my best
- savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for
the jemes.
- O.K. Oh Kosmos! Ah Ireland! A.I. And for
kailkannonkabbis
- gimme
Cincinnatis with Italian (but ci vuol
poco!) ciccalick cheese,
- Haggis good, haggis strong, haggis
never say die!
For quid we
- have recipimus, recipe, O
lout! And save that,
Oliviero, for thy
- sunny day! Soupmeagre! Couldn't look at it! But
if you'll buy me
- yon coat of the vairy
furry best, I'll try and
pullll it awn mee. It's in
- fairly good order and no doubt 'twill sarve to turn. Remove this
- boardcloth! Next
stage, tell the tabler, for a
variety of Hugue-
- not ligooms I'll try my
set on edges grapeling an
aigrydoucks,
- grilled over birchenrods, with a few
bloomancowls
in albies.
- I want to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat
mar no man's
- journey. Eat a missal
lest. Nuts for the nerves,
a flitch for the flue
- and for to rejoice the
chambers of the heart the
spirits of the
- spice isles,
curry and cinnamon,
chutney and cloves. All the
vital-
- mines is beginning to sozzle in
chewn and the
hormonies to
- clingleclangle, fudgem, kates and eaps and naboc
and erics and
- oinnos on kingclud and xoxxoxo and xooxox
xxoxoxxoxxx till
- I'm fustfed like
fungstif and very presently from
now posthaste
- it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds
again to draw
- Terminus Lower and Killadown and
Letternoosh,
Letterspeak,
- Lettermuck to
Littorananima and the roomiest
house even in
- Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next
item's platform
- it's how I'll try and collect my
extraprofessional postages owing
- to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire,
dr, for
nondesirable
- printed matter. The Jooks and the Kelly-Cooks
have been
- milking turnkeys and
sucking the blood out of the
marshalsea
- since the act of First
Offenders. But I know what
I'll do. Great
- pains off him I'll take and that'll be your
redletterday calendar,
- window machree! I'll knock it out of him! I'll
stump it out of
- him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll
quit the doorstep of
- old Con Connolly's residence! By the
horn of
twenty of both of
- the two Saint Collopys,
blackmail him I will
in
arrears or my
- name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and
hourly I'll
- nurse him till he pays me fine
fee. Ameal.
- Well, here's looking at ye! If
I never leave you biddies till
- my stave is a bar I'd be tempted rigidly to
become a passionate
- father. Me hunger's weighed. Hungkung! Me anger's
suaged!
- Hangkang! Ye can stop as ye are, little lay
mothers, and wait in
- wish and wish in vain till the grame
reaper
draws
nigh, with
- the sickle of the sickles, as a
blessing in
disguise. Devil a curly
- hair I care! If any lightfoot Clod
Dewvale was to
hold me up,
- dicksturping me and
marauding me of my rights to
my onus, yan,
- tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my
best pair of
- galloper's heels in the creamsourer. He will have
better manners,
- I'm dished if he won't!
Console yourself,
drawhure deelish!
- There's a refond of eggsized coming to you out of
me so mind
- you do me duty on me! Bruise your
bulge below the
belt till I
- blewblack beside you. And you'll miss me more as
the narrowing
- weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly,
twosday newly,
- till whensday. Look for me always at my west and
I will think
- to dine. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a
- click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we
pop with sinnerettes
- in silkettes lining longroutes for His
Diligence
Majesty, our
- longdistance
laird that likes creation. To whoosh!
- — Meesh,
meesh, yes, pet. We were too happy. I knew some-
- thing would happen. I understand but
listen,
drawher nearest,
- Tizzy intercepted,
flushing but flashing from her
dove and dart
- eyes as she tactilifully
grapbed her male
corrispondee to flusther
- sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I know,
benjamin brother,
- but listen, I want, girls palmassing, to
whisper
my whish. (She
- like them like us, me and you, had thoud he n'er
it would haltin so
- lithe when leased is
tacitempust tongue). Of
course, engine dear,
- I'm ashamed for my life (I must clear my throttle) over this
lost
- moment's gift of memento
nosepaper which I'm
sorry, my
- precious, is allathome I with grief can call my
own but all the
- same, listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee's mite,
though a jenny-
- teeny witween piece torn in one place from my
hands in second
- place of a linenhall
valentino with my
fondest
and much left to
- tutor.
X.X.X.X. It was heavily
bulledicted for
young Fr Ml,
- my pettest parriage
priest, and you know who
between us by
- your friend the pope, forty
ways in forty nights,
that's the
- beauty of it, look, scene it, ratty. Too
perfectly priceless for
- words. And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my
fiancy and
- bear it with you morn till life's
e'en and, of
course, when never
- you make usage of it, listen, please
kindly think
galways again
- or again, never
forget, of one absendee not
sester Maggy. Ahim.
- That's the stupidest little cough. Only be sure
you don't catch your
- cold and pass it on to us. And, since levret
bounds and larks is
- soaring, don't be all the night. And this, Joke,
a sprig of blue
- speedwell just a
spell of floralora so you'll
mind your veronique.
- Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it,
presents that
- please, mercy, on the face of the
waters like
that film obote,
- awfly charmig of course, but it doesn't do her
justice, apart from
- her cattiness, in the
magginbottle. Of course,
please too write,
- won't you, and leave your little bag of doubts,
inquisitive, be-
- hind you unto your utterly thine, and, thank you,
forward it
- back by return pigeon's
pneu to the loving in
case I couldn't
- think who it was or any funforall happens I'll be
so curiose to
- see in the Homesworth breakfast tablotts as I'll
know etherways
- by pity bleu if it's good for my system, what
exquisite buttons,
- gorgiose, in case I don't hope to soon
hear from
you. And thanks
- ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing
at all on. I will
- tie a knot in my
stringamejip to letter you with
my silky paper,
- as I am given now to understand it will be worth
my price in
- money one day so don't trouble to ans unless
sentby special as
- I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I
can live simply
- and solely for my wonderful kinkless and its
loops of loveliness.
- When I throw away my rollets there's rings for
all. Flee a girl,
- says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for
V! And listen
- to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow
your boche!
- Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and
mirror to praxis
- oval owes and artless awes and it will follow you
pulpicly
- as far as come back under all my eyes like my
sapphire chap-
- lets of ringarosary I will say for you to the
Allmichael and
- solve qui pu while the dovedoves pick my
mouthbuds (msch!
- msch!) with nurse Madge, my
linkingclass girl,
she's a fright,
- poor old dutch, in her
sleeptalking when I paint
the measles
- on her and mudstuskers to make her a man.
We. We.
Issy
- done that, I confesh! But you'll love her for her
hessians
- and sickly black
stockies,
cleryng's jumbles,
salvadged from
- the wash, isn't it the cat's tonsils! Simply
killing, how she
- tidies her hair! I call her
Sosy because she's
sosiety for me
- and she says sossy while I say sassy and she says
will
- you have some more scorns while I say won't you
take a few
- more schools and she talks about ithel
dear while I simply
- never talk about athel
darling; she's but nice for enticing my
- friends and she loves your style considering she
breaksin
me
- shoes for me when I've arch trouble and she would
kiss my
- white arms for me so gratefully but apart from
that she's
- terribly nice really, my sister, round the elbow
of Erne street
- Lower and I'll be strictly forbidden always and
true in my own
- way and private where I will long long to betrue
you along with
- one who will so betrue you that not once
while I betreu him
not
- once well he be betray himself. Can't you
understand? O bother,
- I must tell the trouth! My
latest lad's loveliletter I am sore I
done
- something with. I like him lots coss
he never
cusses. Pity
bon-
- hom. Pip pet. I shouldn't say he's
pretty but I'm
cocksure he's
- shy. Why I love taking him out when I unletched
his cordon
- gate. Ope,
Jack, and atem!
Obealbe myodorers
and he dote so.
- He fell for my lips, for my lisp, for my
lewd speaker. I felt for
- his strength, his manhood, his do you mind? There
can be no
- candle to hold to
it, can there? And, of course,
dear professor, I
- understand. You can trust me that though I change
thy name
- though not the letter never while I become
engaged with my
- first horsepower,
masterthief of hearts, I will give your lovely
- face of mine away, my boyish bob, not for tons of
donkeys, to
- my second mate, with the
twirlers the engineer of the passio-
- flower (O the wicked untruth!
whot a
tell! that he has bought
- me in his wellingtons
what you haven't got!), in one of those
- pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah
of the passkeys,
- no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know
- how to tackle. Lock my
mearest next myself. So don't keep me
- now for a good boy for the love of my fragrant
saint, you villain,
- peppering with fear,
my
goodless graceless, or
I'll first murder
- you but, hvisper, meet me after by next appointment near
you
- know Ships just there beside the Ship at the
future poor fool's
- circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my
disrespects now, let
- me just your caroline
for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig,
- he'll be furious! How he stalks
to simself louther and lover,
- immutating
aperybally. My prince of
the courts who'll beat me
- to love! And I'll be there when who knows where
with the
- objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our
- game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you
- deny. Whoevery heard
of such a think? Till the ulmost of all
- elmoes shall stele our
harts asthone! And Mrs A'Mara
makes
- it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all
- your names in my gold pen and
ink. Everyday,
precious, while
- m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's
Messonge-
- book I will dream telepath posts
dulcets on this
isinglass stream
- (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!)
under the libans
- and the sickamours, the
cyprissis and babilonias,
where the
- frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too
kisskiss them-
- selves and 'twill carry on my
hearz'waves my
still waters reflec-
- tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her
Quaidy ways
- and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack,
ahoy, beyond
the boysforus.
- Splesh of hiss
splash springs your salmon. Twick
twick, twinkle
- twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon
lex
leap will smile on
- my fourinhanced
twelvemonthsmind. And what's this
I was
- going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here
I'll wait on thee
- till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more
stues-
- ser flavoured than Vanilla and
blackcurrant
there's a cure in, like
- a born gentleman till you'll resemble me, all the
time you're
- awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas!
And listen,
- joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew,
when, by the
- end of your chapter, you citch water on the
wagon
for me being
- turned a star I'll dubeurry my two
fesces under
Pouts Vanisha
- Creme, their way for spilling cream, and, accent,
umto extend
- my personnalitey to the latents, I'll
boy me for
myself only of
- expensive rainproof of pinked
elephant's breath grey of the
- loveliest sheerest dearest
widowshood over
airforce blue I am
- so wild for, my precious once, Hope Bros., Faith
Street, Charity
- Corner, as the bee loves her skyhighdeed, for I
always had a
- crush on
heliotrope since the
dusess of yore
cycled round the
- Finest Park, and listen. And never mind me
laughing at what's
- atever! I was in the nerves but it's my last day.
Always about
- this hour, I'm sorry, when our gamings for
Bruin
and Noselong
- is all oh you tease and afterdoon my
lickle
pussiness I stheal
- heimlick in my russians from the attraction part
with my terri-
- blitall boots calvescatcher
Pinchapoppapoff, who
is going to be
- a jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with
dripping to affec-
- tionate slapmamma but last at night, look, after
my golden vio-
- lents wetting in my upperstairs splendidly
welluminated with
- such lidlylac curtains
wallpapered to match the
cat and a fire-
- please keep looking of priceless pearlogs I just
want to see will
- he or are all Michales like
that, I'll strip
straight after devotions
- before his fondstare
— and I mean it too, (thy gape to my
gazing
- I'll bind and makeleash) and poke stiff under my
isonbound with
- my soiedisante
chineknees cheeckchubby
chambermate for the
- night's foreign males and your name of Shane will
come forth
- between my shamefaced
whesen with other
lipth I
nakest open
- my thight when just woken by his
toccatootletoo
my first morn-
- ing. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated
with Mag at the
- oilthan we are doing to
thay one little player
before doing to
- deed. An a
tiss to the
tassie for
lu and for tu!
Coach me how to
- tumble,
Jaime, and listen, with supreme regards,
Juan, in haste,
- warn me which to ah ah ah ah....
-
MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her
sororal sono-
- rity, imitating himself capitally with his
bubbleblown in his
- patapet and his chalished drink now well in hand.
(A spilt, see,
- for a split, see see!) Ever
gloriously kind! And
I truly am
- eucherised to
yous. Also
sacré père and
maître d'autel. Well,
- ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general,
let us, brindising
- brandisong, woo and win
womenlong with health to
rich vine-
- yards, Erin go Dry! Amingst the living waters of,
the living in
- giving waters of. Tight! Loose! A
stiff one for
Staffetta
mullified
- with creams of hourmony, the coupe that's chill
for jackless jill and
- a filiform
dhouche on
Doris! Esterelles, be not
on your weeping
- what though Shaunathaun is in his fail! To
stir
up love's young
- fizz I tilt with this
bridle's
cup champagne,
dimming douce from
- her peepair of hideseeks, tightsqueezed on my
snowybrusted and
- while my pearlies in their
sparkling wisdom are
nippling her
- bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the
bumper round of
- my poor old snaggletooth's
solidbowel I ne'er
will prove I'm
- untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my
hole looks. Down.
- So gullaby, me poor Isley! But
I'm not for forgetting me
- innerman monophone for I'm leaving my darling
proxy behind
- for your consolering, lost
Dave the Dancekerl, a
squamous run-
- away and a dear old man pal of mine too. He will
arrive inces-
- santly in the fraction of a
crust, who, could he
quit doubling and
- stop tippling, he would be the
unicorn of his
kind. He's the
- mightiest penumbrella I ever
flourished on
behond
the shadow
- of a post! Be sure and link him, me O
treasauro,
as often as you
- learn provided there's nothing between you but a
plain deal
- table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes
over Lepers-
- town. But soft! Can't be? Do mailstanes
mumble?
Lumtum
- lumtum! Now! The froubadour! I fremble! Talk of
wolf in a
- stomach by all that's verminous!
Eccolo me! The
return of
- th'athlate! Who can secede to his success! Isn't
Jaunstown,
- Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I
smelt the garlic
- leek! Why, bless me swits, here he its, darling
Dave, like
- the catoninelives just in time as if he fell out
of space, all
- draped in mufti, coming home to
mourn mountains
from his
- old continence and not on one
foot either or on
two feet
- aether but on quinquisecular cycles after his
French evolution
- and a blindfold passage by the
4.32 with the
pork's pate in his
- suicide paw and the
gulls laughing
lime on his
natural skunk,
- blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too
timtom well ashamed
- to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's
sinister the
- testymonicals he gave his twenty
annis orf,
showing the three
- white
feathers, as a home cured emigrant in
Paddyouare far be-
- low on our sealevel.
Bearer may leave the church,
signed, Figura
- Porca, Lictor
Magnaffica. He's the sneaking
likeness of us, faith,
- me altar's ego in miniature and every
Auxonian
aimer's ace as
- nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever
cracking quips on
himself, that
- merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's
roses mid bedew-
- ing tears under those wild wet lashes onto anny
living girl's
- laftercheeks. That's his little veiniality. And
his unpeppeppedi-
- ment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry
queer fish be-
- times, I grant you, and
cantanberous, the
poisoner of his word,
- but lice and all and semicoloured
stainedglasses,
I'm enormously
- full of that foreigner, I'll say I am! Got by the
one goat, suckled
- by the same nanna, one
twitch, one nature makes
us oldworld
- kin. We're as
thick and thin now as two
tubular jawballs. I hate
- him about his patent
henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love
- him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the
nasturtium for
- ye now that saved manny a poor
sinker from water
on the grave.
- The diasporation of all pirates and
quinconcentrum of a fake like
- Basilius
O'Cormacan
MacArty? To camiflag he
turned his shirt.
- Isn't he after borrowing all before him, making
friends with
- everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and
touching every dis-
- tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish
before or be-
- hind from a Yourishman for the customary
halp of
a crown and
- peace? He is looking
aged with his pebbled eyes,
and johnnythin
- too, from livicking on
pidgins'
ifs with puffins'
ands, he's been
- slanderising himself, but I pass no remark. Hope
he hasn't the
- cholera. Give him an eyot in the
farout. Moseses
and Noasies,
- how are you? He'd be as snug as
Columbsisle Jonas
wrocked in
- the belly of the whaves, as quotad before. Bravo,
senior chief!
- Famose! Sure there's nobody else
in touch
anysides to hold a
- chef's cankle to the darling at all for
sheer
dare with that prison-
- potstill of
spanish breans on him like the
knave
of trifles! A
jolly-
- tan fine demented
brick and the prince of goodfilips! Dave
- knows I have the highest of respect of
annyone in
my oweand
- smooth way for that intellectual debtor
(Obbligado!)
Mushure
- David R. Crozier. And we're the closest of chems.
Mark my use
- of you, cog! Take notice how I yemploy,
crib! Be
ware as you,
- I foil,
coppy! It's a pity he can't see it for
I'm terribly nice about
- him. Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade's
flamme! A
leal of the
- O'Looniys, a Brazel aboo! The most omportent man!
Shervos!
- Ho, be the holy snakes, someone has shaved his
rough diamond
- skull for him as clean as Nuntius'
piedish! The
burnt out
- mesh and the matting and all!
Thunderweather,
khyber schinker
- escapa sansa pagar! He's the spatton spit, so he
is, scaly skin
- and all, with his blackguarded eye and the
goatsbeard in
- his buttinghole of
Shemuel Tulliver, me
grandsourd, the old
- cruxader, when he off with his
paudeen! That was
to let the
- crowd of the Flu Flux Fans behind him see me
proper. Ah,
- he's very thoughtful and
sympatrico that way is
Brother Intelli-
- gentius, when he's not absintheminded, with his
Paris addresse!
- He is, really. Holdhard till you'll ear him
clicking his bull's
- bones! Some toad klakkin! You're welcome back,
Wilkins, to
- red berries in the
frost! And here's the butter
exchange to pfeife
- and dramn ye with a bawlful of the
Moulsaybaysse
and yunker
- doodler wanked to wall
awriting off his phoney.
I'm tired hair-
- ing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your
dyed
dextremity here,
- frother, the Claddagh clasp! I met with
dapper
dandy and he
- shocked me big the hamd. Where's your
watch keeper? You've
- seen all sorts in shapes and
sizes, marauding
about the moppa-
- mound. How's the cock and the
bullfight? And old
Auster and
- Hungrig? And the
Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball? Not
- forgetting the oils of greas under that turkey in
julep and Father
- Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with
the costard? And
- did you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all? And
did you call on
- Tower Geesyhus? Was Mona, my own love, no bigger
than she
- should be, making up to you in her bestbehaved
manor when
- you made your breastlaw and made her, tell me?
And did you
- like the landskip from
Lambay? I'm better pleased
than ten
- guidneys! You rejoice me! Faith, I'm proud of
you, french davit!
- You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes!
This is me aunt
- Julia Bride, your honour, dying to have you
languish to scan-
- dal in her bosky old
delltangle. You don't
reckoneyes him? He's
- Jackot the Horner who
boxed in his
corner,
jilting no fewer than
- three female bribes. That's his
penals. Shervorum!
You haven't
- seen her since she stepped into her drawoffs.
Come on, spinister,
- do your
stuff! Don't be shoy, husbandmanvir!
Weih,
what's on
- you, wip? Up the shamewaugh! She has plenty of
woom in the
- smallclothes for the
bothsforus, nephews push!
Hatch yourself
- well! Enjombyourselves thurily! Would you wait
biss she buds
- till you bite on her? Embrace her bashfully
by
almeans at my
- frank incensive and tell her in your
semiological
agglutinative yez,
- how Idos be
asking after her. Let us be
holy and evil and let her
- be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in
line
with our tripertight
- photos as the lyonised mails when we were
stablelads together
- like the corks again
brothers, hungry and angry,
cavileer
- grace by roundhered force, or like
boyrun to
sibster, me and
- you, shinners true and pinchme, our
tertius quiddus, that never
- talked or listened. Always raving how we had the
wrinkles of
- a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a
fellow that fell foul
- of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the
first vegetarian.
- To be had for the
asking. Have a hug! Take her
out of poor
- tuppeny luck before she
goes off in pure treple
licquidance. I'd
- give three shillings a pullet to the
canon for
the conjugation to
- shadow you kissing her from me
leberally all over
as if she was a
- crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you
understand. There's no-
- thing like the mistletouch for finding a queen's
earring false.
- Chink chink. As the
curly bard said after
kitchin
the womn in
- his hym to the hum of her garments. You try a
little tich to the
- tissle of his
tail. The racist to the racy,
rossy.
The soil is for the
- self alone. Be ownkind. Be
kithkinish. Be
bloodysibby. Be irish.
- Be inish. Be offalia. Be hamlet. Be the
property plot. Be Yorick
- and Lankystare. Be cool. Be
mackinamucks of
yourselves. Be
- finish. No martyr where the
preature is there's
no plagues like
- rome. It gives up the
gripes. Watch the
swansway.
Take your
- tiger over it. The
leady on the lake and the
convict of the forest.
- Why, they might be
Babau and Momie! Yipyip!
To pan! To
- pan! To tinpinnypan. All folly me yap to Curlew!
Give us a pin
- for her and we'll call it a tossup. Can you
reverse positions?
- Lets have a fuchu all round, courting cousins!
Quuck, the duck
- of a woman for quack, the drake of a man, her
little live apples
- for Leas and love potients for
Leos, the next
beast king. Put
- me down for all ringside
seats. I can feel you
being corrupted.
- Recoil. I can see you
sprouting scruples. Get
back. And as
- he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre.
Turn about, skeezy
- Sammy, out of metaphor, till we feel are you
still tropeful
- of popetry. Told you so. If you doubt of his love
of darearing
- his feelings you'll very much hurt for mishmash
mastufractured
- on europe you can read off the tail of his. Rip ripper rippest and
- jac jac jac. Dwell on that, my hero and
lander!
That's the side
- that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to
wright
woman. Shuck
- her! Let him! What he's good for. Shuck her more!
Let him
- again! All she wants! Could you wheedle a
staveling encore out
- of your imitationer's jubalharp, hey, Mr
Jinglejoys? Congrega-
- tional singing. Rota rota ran the
pagoda con
dio in capo ed il dia-
- volo in coda. Many a diva
devoucha saw her
Dauber Dan at the
- priesty pagoda Rota ran. Uck! He's so sedulous to
singe always
- if prumpted, the mirthprovoker! Grunt unto us, I
pray, your fore-
- boden article in our own deas
dockandoilish
introducing the
- death of Nelson with coloraturas!
Coraio, fra!
And I'll string
- second to harmanize. My loaf and
pottage neaheaheahear Ro-
- chelle. With your dumpsey diddely dumpsey die,
fiddeley fa.
- Diavoloh! Or come on,
schoolcolours, and
we'll scrap, rug and
- mat and then be as
chummy as two bashed
spuds.
Bitrial bay
- holmgang or betrayal buy jury.
Attaboy! Fee gate
has Heenan
- hoity, mind uncle Hare? What, sir?
Poss, myster? Acheve! Thou,
- thou! What say ye? Taurus
periculosus, morbus pedeiculosus.
- Miserere mei in miseribilibus! There's
uval lavguage for you! The
- tower is precluded, the
mob's in her petticoats;
Mr R. E. Meehan
- is in misery with his
billyboots. Begob, there's
not so much
- green in his Ireland's
eye! Sweet fellow ovocal,
he stones out of
- stune. But he could be near a colonel with a
voice like that. The
- bark is still there but the molars are gone.
The
misery billyboots
- I used to lend him before we split and, be the
hole in the year,
- they were laking like heaven's
reflexes. But I
told him make your
- will be done and go to a
general and I'd pray
confessions for
- him. Areesh! Areesh! And I'll be your
intrepider.
Ambras!
- Ruffle her! Bussing was before the
blood and
bissing will behind
- the curtain. Triss! Did you note that worrid
expressionism on
- his megalogue? A full
octavium below me! And did
you hear
- his browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching
to himself?
- And, whoa! do you
twig the schamlooking leaf
greeping ghastly
- down his blousyfrock? Our national
umbloom!
Areesh! He
- won't. He's shoy. Those worthies, my old
faher's
onkel that
- was garotted,
Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost
in a crowd,
- used to chop that tongue of his,
japlatin, with
my yuonkle's
- owlseller,
Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stomebathred,
- in the Tower of
Balbus, as brisk, man, as I'd
scoff up
muttan
- chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's
duff
to me,
- begob. Sam knows miles bettern me how to work the
- miracle. And I see by his diarrhio he's dropping
the stammer
- out of his silenced bladder since I bonded him
off more as a
- friend and as a brother to try and grow a muff
and canonise his
- dead feet down on the river airy by thinking
himself into the
- fourth dimension and place the ocean between his
and ours,
- the churchyard in the
cloister of the depths,
after he was capped
- out of beurlads
scoel for the sin against the
past participle and
- earned the factitation of
codding chaplan and
being as homely
- gauche as
swift B.A.A. Who gets twickly
fullgets
twice as alle-
- manden huskers. But the
whacker his word the
weaker our ears
- for auracles who
parles parses
orileys.
Illstarred punster,
lipster-
- ing cowknucks. 'Twas the quadra
sent him and
Trinity too. And
- he can cantab as
chipper as any oxon ever I
mood
with, a tiptoe
- singer! He'll prisckly soon hand tune your Erin's
ear for you.
- p.p. a mimograph at a time,
numan bitter,
with his ancomartins
- to read the road roman with false steps ad
Pernicious from
- rhearsilvar ormolus to
torquinions superbers
while I'm far
- away from wherever thou art serving my
tallyhos
and tullying
- my hostilious by going in by the most holy
recitatandas ffff for
- my varsatile examinations in the
ologies, to be a
coach on the
- Fukien mission. P? F? How used you learn me,
brather
- soboostius, in my augustan days? With
cesarella
looking on.
- In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says,
for the end is
- with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to
be is in a
- worse case after than before since she on the
supine satisfies
- the verg to him! Toughtough, tootoological. Thou
the first
- person shingeller.
Art, an imperfect subjunctive.
Paltry,
- flappent, had serious. Miss Smith
onamatterpoetic.
Hammis-
- andivis axes colles
waxes warmas like
sodullas.
So pick your
- stops with fondnes snow. And mind you
twine the
twos
- noods of your nicenames. And pull up your
furbelovs as far-
- above as you're farthingales. That'll hint him
how to click the
- trigger. Show you shall and won't he will! His
hearing is in-
- doubting just as my seeing is
onbelieving. So
dactylise him up
- to blankpoint and let him blink for himself where
you speak the
- best ticklish. You'll feel what I mean. Fond
namer, let me never
- see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee!
- Echo, read ending!
Siparioramoci! But from the stress of
- their sunder enlivening,
ay clasp,
deciduously, a
nikrokosmikon
- must come to mike.
- — Well, my
positively last at any stage! I hate to look at
alarms
- but, however they put on my
watchcraft, must now
close as I
- hereby hear by ear from
by seeless socks 'tis
time to be up and
- ambling. Mymiddle toe's
mitching, so mizzle I
must else 'twill
- sarve me out. Gulp a
bulper at parting and the
moore the
- melodest! Farewell but whenever, as
Tisdall told
Toole.
- Tempos fidgets. Let flee me
fiacckles, says the
grand old mano-
- ark, stormcrested crowcock and undulant hair,
hoodies tway!
- Yes, faith, I am as mew let
freer, beneath me corthage, bound.
- I'm as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws
there as Andrew
- Clays was sharing sawdust with
Daniel's old
collie. This shack's
- not big enough for me now. I'm dreaming of ye, azores. And, re-
- member this, a chorines, there's the witch on the
heath, sistra!
- 'Bansheeba peeling
hourihaared while her Orcotron
is hoaring
- ho. And whinn muinnuit flittsbit twinn her
ttittshe cries
- tallmidy! Daughters of the heavens, be lucks in
turnabouts
- to the wandering sons of
red
loam! The earth's
atrot! The
- sun's a scream! The air's a
jig. The water's
great! Seven oldy
- oldy hills and the one blue beamer. I'm going. I
know I am.
- I could bet I am. Somewhere I must
get far away
from Banba-
- shore, wherever I am. No saddle, no
staffet, but spur on the
- moment! So I think I'll take freeboots' advise.
Psk! I'll borrow
- a path to lend me wings, quickquack, and from
Jehusalem's
- wall, clickclack, me
courser's clear, to
Cheerup
street I'll travel
- the void world over. It's
Winland for moyne,
bickbuck! Jee-
- jakers! I hurt meself
nettly that time! Come, my
good frog-
- marchers! We felt the fall but we'll front the defile. Was not my
- olty mutther,
Sereth Maritza, a
Runningwater? And
the bould
- one that quickened her the
seaborne Fingale? I
feel like that
- hill of a whaler went yulding round Groenmund's
Circus with
- his tree full of
seaweeds and Dinky Doll asleep
in her shell.
- Hazelridge has seen me. Jerne valing is. Squall
aboard for Kew,
- hop! Farewell awhile to her and
thee! The brine's
my bride to
- be. Lead on, Macadam, and
danked be he who first
sights Halt
- Linduff!
Solo, solone, solong!
Lood
Erynnana,
ware thee wail!
- With me singame soarem o'erem! Here's me
take
off. Now's
- nunc or nimmer,
siskinder! Here
goes the enemy! Bennydick
- hotfoots onimpudent
stayers! Sorry! I bless alls
to the whished
- with this panromain
apological which
Watllwewhistlem sang to
- the kerrycoys. Break
ranks! After wage-of-battle
bother I am
- thinking most. Fik
yew! I'm through. Won. Toe. Adry. You
- watch my
smoke.
- After poor Jaun the
Boast's
last fireless words of postludium
- of his soapbox speech ending
in'sheaven,
twentyaid add one with
- a flirt of wings were pouring to his
bysistance
(could they snip
- that curl of curls to lay with their gloves and
keep the kids
- bright!) prepared to cheer him should he leap or
to curse him
- should he fall, but, with their biga
triga rheda
rodeo, the cherubs
- in the charabang, set down here
and sedan chair,
don't you
- wish you'd a yoke or a bit in your mouth,
repulsing all attempts
- at first hands on, as no es nada, our greatly
misunderstood one
- we perceived to give himself some sort of a
hermetic prod or
- kick to sit up and take
notice, which acted like
magic, while
- the phalanx of daughters of
February Filldyke,
embushed and
- climbing, ramblers and
weeps,
voiced approval in
their customary
- manner by dropping kneedeep in tears over their
concelebrated
- meednight sunflower,
piopadey boy, their
solase
in dorckaness,
- and splattering together joyously the
plaps of
their tappyhands
- as, with a cry of genuine distress, so
prettly
prattly pollylogue,
- they viewed him, the just one, their darling,
away.
- A dream of favours, a
favourable dream. They know how they
- believe that they believe that they know.
Wherefore they wail.
- Eh
jourd'weh! Oh jourd'woe!
dosiriously it psalmodied.
Gues-
- turn's lothlied answring to-maronite's wail.
- Oasis, cedarous
esaltarshoming
Leafboughnoon!
- Oisis, coolpressus onmountof
Sighing!
- Oasis, palmost esaltarshoming
Gladdays!
- Oisis, phantastichal roseway
anjerichol!
- Oasis, newleavos spaciosing
encampness!
- Oisis, plantainous
dewstuckacqmirage playtennis!
- Pipetto, Pipetta has
misery
unnoticed!
- But the strangest thing
happened. Backscuttling for the
hop
- off with the odds altogether in favour of his
tumbling into the
- river, Jaun just then I saw to collect from the
gentlest weaner
- among the weiners, (who by this were in half
droopleaflong
- mourning for the passing of the last post) the
familiar yellow
- label into which he let fall a drop,
smothered a
curse, choked a
- guffaw, spat
expectoratiously and blew his own
trumpet. And next
- thing was he gummalicked the
stickyback side and
stamped the
- oval badge of belief to his
agnelows brow with a
genuine
- dash of
irrepressible piety that readily turned
his ladylike
- typmanzelles
capsy curvy (the holy
scamp!), with
half a
- glance of Irish
frisky (a Juan Jaimesan
hastaluego)
from under
- the shag of his parallel brows. It was then he
made as if be
- but waved instead a handacross the sea as notice
to quit while
- the pacifettes made their armpacts widdershins
(Frida!
Freda!
- Paza! Paisy! Irine! Areinette! Bridomay! Bentamai!
Soso-
- sopky! Bebebekka! Bababadkessy! Ghugugoothoyou!
Dama!
- Damadomina! Takiya! Tokaya! Scioccara!
Siuccherillina! Peoc-
- chia! Peucchia! Ho Mi Hoping! Ha Me Happinice!
Mirra! My-
- rha! Solyma! Salemita! Sainta! Sianta! O Peace!),
but in self-
- righting the balance of his corporeity to
reexchange widerem-
- brace with the pillarbosom of the Dizzier he
loved prettier, be-
- tween estellos and
venoussas,
bad luck to the lie
but when next
- to nobody expected, their star and
gartergazer at
the summit of
- his climax, he
toppled a lipple on to the off
and, making a brand-
- new start for himself to run down his easting, by
blessing hes
- sthers with the sign of the
southern
cross, his
bungaloid borsa-
- line with the hedgygreen
bound blew off in a
loveblast (award
- for trover!) and
Jawjon Redhead,
bucketing after, meccamaniac,
- (the headless shall have legs!),
kingscouriered
round with an easy
- rush and ready
relays by the bridge a stadion
beyond Ladycastle
- (and what herm but he narrowly missed
fouling her
buttress for
- her but for he
acqueducked) and then,
cocking a
snook at the
- stock of his sermons, so
mear and yet so fahr
from that region's
- general, away with him at the
double, the hulk of
a garron,
- pelting after the road, on
Shanks's mare,
let off
like a wind hound
- loose (the bouchal! you'd think it was that
moment they gave
- him the jambos!) with a posse of tossing
hankerwaves to his
- windward like
seraph's summonses
on the air and a
tempest of
- good things in packetshape
teeming from all
accounts into the
- funnel of his
fanmail
shrimpnet, along the
highroad of the
- nation, Traitor's Track, following which fond
floral fray he was
- quickly lost to sight through the statuemen
though without a
- doubt he was all the more on that same head to
memory dear
- while Sickerson, that borne of bjoerne,
la
garde auxiliaire she
- murmured, hellyg Ursulinka, full of woe (and how
fitlier should
- goodboy's hand be shook than by the warmin of her
besom
- that wrung his swaddles?):
Where maggot Harvey
kneeled till bags?
- Ate Andrew coos hogdam farvel!
- Wethen, now, may the
good people speed you, rural
Haun,
- export
stout fellow that you are, the
crooner
born with sweet
- wail of evoker, healing music, ay, and heart in
hand of Sham-
- rogueshire! The googoos of the
suckabolly in the
rockabeddy are
- become the copiosity of wiseableness of the
friarylayman in the
- pulpitbarrel. May your
bawny hair grow rarer and
fairer, our own
- only wideheaded boy! Rest your voice! Feed your
mind! Mint
- your peas! Coax your qyous! Come to disdoon
blarmey and
- walk our groves so charming and see again the
sweet rockelose
- where first you hymned O
Ciesa Mea! and
touch the light the-
- orbo! Songster,
angler, choreographer!
Piper to prisoned!
Musi-
- cianship made Embrassador-at-Large! Good by
nature and
- natural by
design, had you but been spared to us,
Hauneen lad,
- but sure where's the use my talking quicker when
I know you'll
- hear me all astray? My long farewell I send to
you, fair dream of
- sport and game and always something new. Gone is
Haun! My
- grief, my ruin! Our Joss-el-Jovan! Our
Chris-na-Murty! 'Tis well
- you'll be looked after from last to first as yon
beam of light we
- follow receding on your photophoric
pilgrimage to
your anti-
- podes in the past, you who so often consigned
your distributory
- tidings of great joy into our nevertoolatetolove
box, mansuetudi-
- nous manipulator, victimisedly
victorihoarse,
dearest Haun of
- all, you of the boots, true as adie,
stepwalker, pennyatimer,
- lampaddyfair, postanulengro, our
rommanychiel!
Thy now pal-
- ing light lucerne we ne'er may see again. But
could it speak how
- nicely would it splutter to the four
cantons
praises be to thee,
- our pattern sent! For you had
— may I, in our, your and their
- names, dare to say it? — the nucleus of a glow of a zeal of soul
- of service such as rarely, if ever, have I met
with single men.
- Numerous are those who, nay, there are a dozen of
folks still
- unclaimed by the death angel in this country of
ours today,
- humble indivisibles in this grand
continuum,
overlorded by fate
- and interlarded with
accidence, who, while there
are hours and
- days, will fervently pray to the spirit above
that they may never
- depart this earth of theirs till in his long run
from that place
- where the day begins, ere he retourneys
postexilic, on that day
- that belongs to joyful Ireland, the people that
is of all time, the
- old old oldest, the young young youngest, after
decades of
- longsuffering and
decennia of brief glory, to
mind us of what
- was when and to matter us of the
withering of our
ways, their
- Janyouare Fibyouare wins true from Sylvester
(only Walker
- himself is like Waltzer, whimsicalissimo they go
murmurand)
- comes marching ahome on the summer crust of the
flagway.
- Life, it is true, will be a blank without you
because avicuum's not
- there at all, to nomore cares from nomad
knows,
ere Molochy
- wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time
between a date and a
- ghostmark, rived by darby's
chilldays embers,
spatched fun
- Juhn that dandyforth, from the night we are and
feel and fade
- with to the yesterselves we
tread to turnupon.
- But, boy, you did your strong
nine furlong mile in slick and
- slapstick record time and a
farfetched deed it
was in troth, cham-
- pion docile, with your high
bouncing gait of
going and your
- feat of passage will be contested with you and
through you, for
- centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before
Erebia sank his
- smother!
Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird!
Va
faotre!
- Eftsoon so too will our own sphoenix spark
spirt
his spyre
- and sunward stride the
rampante flambe. Ay,
already the
- sombrer opacities of the
gloom are sphanished!
Brave footsore
- Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now!
Win
out,
ye divil ye!
- The silent cock shall crow at last. The west
shall shake the east
- awake. Walk while ye have the night for
morn,
lightbreakfast-
- bringer, morroweth whereon
every past shall full
fost sleep.
- Amain.
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