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tials. Burial of Lifetenant-Groevener Hatchett, R.I.D. Devine's
Previdence.
     Ls. De. 
     Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Anna Lynchya 
Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered.
Don't forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork dyrby.
It will be a thousand's a won paddies. And soon to bet. On drums
of bliss. With hapsalap troth, hipsalewd prudity, hopesalot hon-
nessy, hoopsaloop luck. After when from midnights unwards the
fourposter harp quartetto. (Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. Torstaj, tanssia.
Perjantaj, peleja. Lavantaj ja Sunnuntaj, christianismus kirjallisuus,
kirjallisuus christianismus.) Whilesd this pellover his finnisch.
          Comither, ahorace, thou mighty man of valour, elderman 
adaptive of Capel Ysnod, and tsay-fong tsei-foun a laun bricks-
number till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, to become your son-
to-be, gentlemens tealer, generalman seelord, gosse and bosse,
hunguest and horasa, jonjemsums both, in sailsmanship, szed the
head marines talebearer, then sayd the ships gospfather in the scat
story to the husband's capture and either you does or he musts
and this moment same, sayd he, so let laid pacts be being betving
ye, he sayd, by my main makeshift, he sayd, one fisk and one flesk,
as flat as, Aestmand Addmundson you, you're iron slides and so
hompety domp as Paddley Mac Namara here he's a hardy canooter,
for the two breasts of Banba are her soilers and her toilers, if thou
wilt serve Idyall as thou hast sayld. Brothers Boathes, brothers
Coathes, ye have swallen blooders' oathes. And Gophar sayd unto
Glideon and sayd he to the nowedding captain, the rude hunner-
able Humphrey, who was praying god of clothildies by the seven
bosses of his trunktarge he would save bucklesome when she
wooed belove on him, comeether, sayd he, my merrytime mare-
lupe, you wutan whaal, sayd he, into the shipfolds of our quad-
rupede island, bless madhugh, mardyk, luusk and cong! Blass
Neddos bray! And no more of your maimed acts after this with
your kowtoros and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and
our onliness of his revelance to your ultitude. The illfollowable
staying in wait for you with the winning word put into his mouth