unto fundament and from Jehusalem’s wall, clickclack, me courser’s clear, to Cheerup street I’ll travel the void world over. It’s Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jee- jakers! I hurt meself netdy that time! Come, my good watcher? — Puppaps. That’d be telling. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the gong goes for hornets-two-nest marriage step into your arms. I see through your scruples to collar a hold of some noted volcano or the glouch, for, shyly bawn and dinkum belle, an oscar sister, on the plain of Soulsbury.^ With