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Heppy's hevn shall flurrish my haine shall hurrish! Shall grow,
shall flourish! Shall hurrish! Hummum.
    The Ondt was a weltall fellow, raumybult and abelboobied, 
bynear saw altitudinous wee a schelling in kopfers. He was sair
sair sullemn and chairmanlooking when he was not making spaces
in his psyche, but, laus! when he wore making spaces on his ikey,
he ware mouche mothst secred and muravyingly wisechairman-
looking. Now whim the sillybilly of a Gracehoper had jingled
through a jungle of love and debts and jangled through a jumble
of life in doubts afterworse, wetting with the bimblebeaks, drik-
king with nautonects, bilking with durrydunglecks and horing
after ladybirdies (ichnehmon diagelegenaitoikon) he fell joust as
sieck as a sexton and tantoo pooveroo quant a churchprince, and
wheer the midges to wend hemsylph or vosch to sirch for grub
for his corapusse or to find a hospes, alick, he wist gnit! Bruko
dry! fuko spint! Sultamont osa bare! And volomundo osi vide-
vide! Nichtsnichtsundnichts! Not one pickopeck of muscow-
money to bag a tittlebits of beebread! Iomio! Iomio! Crick's
corbicule, which a plight! O moy Bog, he contrited with melan-
ctholy. Meblizzered, him sluggered! I am heartily hungry!
    He had eaten all the whilepaper, swallowed the lustres, de- 
voured forty flights of styearcases, chewed up all the mensas and
seccles, ronged the records, made mundballs of the ephemerids
and vorasioused most glutinously with the very timeplace in the
ternitary —— not too dusty a cicada of neutriment for a chittinous
chip so mitey. But when Chrysalmas was on the bare branches,
off he went from Tingsomingenting. He took a round stroll and
he took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the
grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought
he had the Tossmania. Had he twicycled the sees of the deed
and trestraversed their revermer? Was he come to hevre with his
engiles or gone to hull with the poop? The June snows was
flocking in thuckflues on the hegelstomes, millipeeds of it and
myriopoods, and a lugly whizzling tournedos, the Boraborayel-
lers, blohablasting tegolhuts up to tetties and ruching sleets off
the coppeehouses, playing ragnowrock rignewreck, with an irri-