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sages and the Plymouth brethren, droning along, peanzanzangan,
and nodding and sleeping away there, like forgetmenots, in her
abijance service, round their twelve tables, per pioja at pulga
bollas, in the four trinity colleges, for earnasyoulearning Erin-
growback, of Ulcer, Moonster, Leanstare and Cannought, the
four grandest colleges supper the matther of Erryn, of Killorcure
and Killthemall and Killeachother and Killkelly-on-the-Flure,
where their role was to rule the round roll that Rollo and Rullo
rolled round. Those were the grandest gynecollege histories
(Lucas calling, hold the line!) in the Janesdanes Lady Anders-
daughter Universary, for auld acquaintance sake (this unitarian
lady, breathtaking beauty, Bambam's bonniest, lived to a great
age at or in or about the late No. 1132 or No. 1169, bis, Fitzmary
Round where she was seen by many and widely liked) for teach-
ing the Fatima Woman history of Fatimiliafamilias, repeating her-
self, on which purposeth of the spirit of nature as difinely deve-
loped in time by psadatepholomy, the past and present (Johnny
MacDougall speaking, give me trunks, miss!) and present and
absent and past and present and perfect arma virumque romano.
Ah, dearo, dear! O weep for the hower when eve aleaves bower!
How it did but all come eddaying back to them, if they did but
get gaze, gagagniagnian, to hear him there, kiddling and cuddling
her, after the gouty old galahat, with his peer of quinnyfears and
his troad of thirstuns, so nefarious, from his elevation of one
yard one handard and thartytwo lines, before the four of us, in
his Roman Catholic arms, while his deepseepeepers gazed and
sazed and dazecrazemazed into her dullokbloon rodolling olo-
sheen eyenbowls by the Cornelius Nepos, Mnepos. Anumque,
umque. Napoo.
    Queh? Quos? 
    Ah, dearo dearo dear! Bozun braceth brythe hwen gooses 
gandered gamen. Mahazar ag Dod ! It was so scalding sorry for all
the whole twice two four of us, with their familiar, making the toten,
and Lally when he lost part of his half a hat and all belongings to
him, in his old futile manner, cape, towel and drawbreeches, and
repeating himself and telling him now, for the seek of Senders