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Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, | Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, | ||
| − | and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires | + | and more there be that wait astand. His [[fuchs]] up the staires |
and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that <I>V.V.C.</I> | and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that <I>V.V.C.</I> | ||
Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would | Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would | ||
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gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you. | gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you. | ||
I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from | I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from | ||
| − | any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, here's ditto, if | + | any on the airse, like [[Tass]] with much thanks, here's ditto, if |
he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere | he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere | ||
with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or | with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or | ||
Revision as of 17:04, 15 August 2009
Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to win that V.V.C. Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! Would he were even among the lost! From ours bereft beyond be- longs. Oremus poor fraternibus that he may yet escape the gallews and still remain ours faithfully departed. I wronged you. I never want to see more of bad men but I want to learn from any on the airse, like Tass with much thanks, here's ditto, if he lives sameplace in the antipathies of austrasia or anywhere with my fawngest on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or has hopped it or who can throw any lime on the sopjack, my fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, The Workings, N.S.W., his condition off the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging to these parts, who, I remember ham to me, when we were like bro and sis over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I suppose, expecting for his clarenx negus, a teetotum abstainer. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of him. We were in one class of age like to two clots of egg. I am most beholding to him, my namesick, as we sayed it in our Am- harican, through the Doubly Telewisher. Outpassed hearts wag short pertimes. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose re- dress no tongue can tell! In his hands a boot! Spare me, do, a copper or two and happy I'll hope you'll be! It will pleased me behind with thanks from before and love to self and all I remain here your truly friend. I am no scholar but I loved that man who has africot lupps with the moonshane in his profile, my shemblable! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because you in your soberer otiumic moments remind me deeply of my natural saywhen brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, that benighted irismaimed, who is tearly belaboured by Sydney and Alibany. — As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's other, that neverperfect everplanned? — This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel. — My dear sir! In this wireless age any owl rooster can peck
