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 hunters, from the Curragh, and confusionaries and the authori-
 ties, Noord Amrikaans and Suid Aferican cattleraiders (so they
 say) all over like a tiara dullfuoco, in his grey half a tall hat and
 his amber necklace and his crimson harness and his leathern jib
 and his cheapshein hairshirt and his scotobrit sash and his para-
 pilagian gallowglasses (how do you do, jaypee, Elevato !) to find
 out all the improper colleges (and how do you do, Mr Dame
 James? Get out of my way!), forkbearded and bluetoothed and
 bellied and boneless, from Strathlyffe and Aylesburg and North-
 umberland Anglesey, the whole yaghoodurt sweepstakings and
 all the horsepowers. But now, talking of hayastdanars and
 wolkingology and how our seaborn isle came into exestuance,
 (the explutor, his three andesiters and the two pantellarias) that
 reminds me about the manausteriums of the poor Marcus of Lyons
 and poor Johnny, the patrician, and what do you think of the four
 of us and there they were now, listening right enough, the four
 saltwater widowers, and all they could remembore, long long ago
 in the olden times Momonian, throw darker hour sorrows, the
 princest day, when Fair Margrate waited Swede Villem, and Lally
 in the rain, with the blank prints, now extincts, after the wreak
 of Wormans' Noe, the barmaisigheds, when my heart knew no
 care, and after that then there was the official landing of Lady
 Jales Casemate, in the year of the flood 1132 S.O.S., and the
 christening of Queen Baltersby, the Fourth Buzzersbee, accord-
 ing to Her Grace the bishop Senior, off the whate shape, and
 then there was the drowning of Pharoah and all his pedestrians
 and they were all completely drowned into the sea, the red sea,
 and then poor Merkin Cornyngwham, the official out of the
 castle on pension, when he was completely drowned off Erin
 Isles, at that time, suir knows, in the red sea and a lovely
 mourning paper and thank God, as Saman said, there were no
 more of him. And that now was how it was. The arzurian deeps
 o'er his humbodumbones sweeps. And his widdy the giddy is
 wreathing her murmoirs as her gracest triput to the Grocery
 Trader's Manthly. Mind mand gunfree by Gladeys Rayburn!
 Runtable's Reincorporated. The new world presses. Where the