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 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!
     <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> 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