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and beard, (Erminia Reginia!) in or aring or around about the
year of buy in disgrace 1132 or 1169 or 1768 Y.W.C.A., at the
Married Male Familyman's Auctioneer's court in Arrahnacuddle.
Poor Johnny of the clan of the Dougals, the poor Scuitsman,
(Hohannes!) nothing if not amorous, dinna forget, so frightened
(Zweep! Zweep!) on account of her full bottom, (undullable
attraxity!) that put the yearl of mercies on him, and the four
maasters, in chors, with a hing behangd them, because he was
so slow to borstel her schoon for her, when he was grooming her
ladyship, instead of backscratching her materfamilias proper, like
any old methodist, and all divorced and innasense interdict, in
the middle of the temple, according to their dear faithful. Ah, now,
it was too bad, too bad and stout entirely, all the missoccurs; and
poor Mark or Marcus Bowandcoat, from the brownesberrow in
nolandsland, the poor old chronometer, all persecuted with ally
croaker by everybody, by decree absolute, through Herrinsilde,
because he forgot himself, making wind and water, and made
a Neptune's mess of all of himself, sculling over the giamond's
courseway, and because he forgot to remember to sign an old
morning proxy paper, a writing in request to hersute herself, on
stamped bronnanoleum, from Roneo to Giliette, before saying
his grace before fish and then and there and too there was
poor Dion Cassius Poosycomb, all drowned too, before the
world and her husband, because it was most improper and most
wrong, when he attempted to (well, he was shocking poor in
his health, he said, with the shingles falling off him), because
he (ah, well now, peaces pea to Wedmore and let not the song go
dumb upon your Ire, as we say in the Spasms of Davies, and we
won't be too hard on him as an old Manx presbyterian) and after
that, as red as a Rosse is, he made his last will and went to con-
fession, like the general of the Berkeleyites, at the rim of the rom,
on his two bare marrowbones, to Her Worship his Mother and
Sister Evangelist Sweainey, on Cailcainnin widnight and he was
so sorry, he was really, because he left the bootybutton in the
handsome cab and now, tell the truth, unfriends never, (she was
his first messes dogess and it was a very pretty peltry and there