So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fal en down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh?

Fin-foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan— try’s Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu U’Dunnel ’s foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But, lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe. Finiche!

Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Ag-apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So that meal’s dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and goodridhirring. Yet may we not see stil the brontoichthyan form outlined a-slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout— ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam. Whatif she be in flags or flitters, reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint of mines or beggar a pinnyweight. Arrah, sure, we al love little Anny Ruiny, or, we mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brel a, mid piddle med puddle, she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Yoh! Brontolone slaaps, yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather, in Seeple Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-thner in yondmist. Whooth? His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, stick up starck where he last fel onem, by the mund of the maga-zine wal , where our maggy seen al , with her sisterin shawl. While over against this bel es’

al iance beyind Il Sixty, ol ol-lowed il ! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the ombushes, the site of the lyffing-inwait of the

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upjock and hock-ums. Hence when the clouds rol by, jamey, a proudseye view is enjoyable of our mounding’s mass, now Wal instone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water-loose country and the two quitewhite vil agettes who hear show of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the fol yages, the prettilees!

Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt. For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip. This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Wil ingdone Museyroom. This is a Prooshi-ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip.