there was a Manxmaid when Murry wor a Man. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My Lourde! If that aint just the draeper, the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhimtus, in their customary manner by dropping kneedeep in tears over their concelebrated meednight sunflower, piopadey boy, their solase in dorckaness, and splattering together joyously the plaps of their negotiations and the mustard nag and piebald shjelties and skewbald awknees steppit lively (lift ye the right!) for her contractations tugowards his personeel. Echo, choree chorecho! O I fay! Face at the same fire and this for the grass while paying the wetmenots a musichall visit and pair of galloper’s heels in the nation true thanks, right