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 [[slygrogging|grogging]] [[suburbanites]], such as it was, [[fall and fall about]], to the
 [[brindishing]] of his [[charmed life]], as [[toastified]] by his [[cheeriubicundenances|cheeriubi-]]
 [[cheeriubicundenances|cundenances]],no matter whether it was chateaubottled Guiness's
 or Phoenix brewery stout it was or John Jameson and Sons or
 Roob Coccola or, for the matter of that, O'Connell's famous old
 Dublin ale that he wanted like hell, more that halibut oil or
 jesuits tea, as a fall back, of several different quantities and quali-
 ties amounting in all to, I should say, considerably more than the
 better part of a [[gill]] or [[naggin]] of imperial dry and liquid measure
 till, welcome be from us here, till the [[rising of the morn]], till that
 hen of Kaven's shows her [[beaconegg]], and [[Chapwellswendows]]
 stain our horyhistoricold and Father MacMichael stamps for
 [[aitch o'clerk mess]] and the Litvian Newestlatter is seen, sold and
 delivered and all's set for [[restart after the silence]], like his ancestors
 to this day after him (that the blazings of their ouldmouldy gods
 may attend to them we pray!), overopposides the cowery lad in
 the corner and forenenst the staregaze of the cathering candled,
 that adornment of his album and [[folkenfather of familyans]], he
 [[came acrash a crupper]] sort of a sate on accomondation and the
 very boxst in all his composs, whereuponce, behome the fore
 for cove and trawlers, heave hone, leave lone, Larry's on the
 focse and Faugh MacHugh O'Bawlar at the wheel, one to do and
 one to dare, par by par, a peerless pair, ever here and over there,
 with his fol the dee oll the doo on the flure of his feats and the
 feels of the fumes in the wakes of his ears our wineman from
 Barleyhome he just slumped to throne.
      So sailed the stout ship <I>Nansy Hans</I>. From Liff away. For 
 Nattenlaender. As who has come returns. Farvel, farerne! Good-
 bark, goodbye!
      Now follow we out by Starloe!