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mon for ignitious Purpalume to the proper of Francisco Ultramare,
last of scorchers, third of snows, in terrorgammons howdydos.
Here she's, is a bell, that's wares in heaven, virginwhite, Undetri-
gesima, vikissy manonna. Doremon's! The same or similar to be
kindly observed within the affianced dietcess of Gay O'Toole
and Gloamy Gwenn du Lake (Danish spoken!) from Manducare
Monday up till farrier's siesta in china dominos. Words taken in
triumph, my sweet assistance, from the sufferant pen of our joco-
sus inkerman militant of the reed behind the ear.
    Never miss your lostsomewhere mass for the couple in Myles 
you butrose to brideworship. Never hate mere pork which is bad
for your knife of a good friday. Never let a hog of the howth
trample underfoot your linen of Killiney. Never play lady's game
for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away till you win his
diamond back. Make a strong point of never kicking up your
rumpus over the scroll end of sofas in the Dar Bey Coll Cafeteria
by tootling risky apropos songs at commercial travellers' smokers
for their Columbian nights entertainments the like of White limbs
they never stop teasing or Minxy was a Manxmaid when Murry
wor a Man. And, by the bun, is it you goes bisbuiting His Esaus
and Cos and then throws them bag in the box?  Why the tin's
nearly empty. First thou shalt not smile. Twice thou shalt not
love. Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry. Hip confiners help
compunction. Never park your brief stays in the men's con-
venience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of
sassers. Never ask his first person where's your quickest cut to
our last place. Never let the promising hand usemake free of
your oncemaid sacral. The soft side of the axe! A coil of cord, a
colleen coy, a blush on a bush turned first man's laughter into
wailful moither. O foolish cuppled! Ah, dice's error! Never dip
in the ern while you've browsers on your suite. Never slip the
silver key through your gate of golden age. Collide with man,
collude with money. Ere you sail foreget my prize. Where you
truss be circumspicious and look before you leak, dears. Never
christen medlard apples till a swithin is in sight. Wet your thistle
where a weed is and you'll rue it,despyneedis. Especially beware