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whistled him before he had curtains up they are whistling him1
still after his curtain's doom's doom. Ei fu. His husband, poor old2
A'Hara (Okaroff?) crestfallen by things and down at heels at the3
time, they squeak, accepted the (Zassnoch!) ardree's shilling at4
the conclusion of the Crimean war and, having flown his wild5
geese, alohned in crowds to warnder on like Shuley Luney,6
enlisted in Tyrone's horse, the Irish whites, and soldiered a bit7
with Wolsey under the assumed name of Blanco Fusilovna Buck-8
lovitch (spurious) after which the cawer and the marble halls9
of Pump Court Columbarium, the home of the old seakings,10
looked upon each other and queth their haven evermore for it11
transpires that on the other side of the water it came about that on12
the field of Vasileff's Cornix inauspiciously with his unit he13
perished, saying, this papal leafless to old chap give, rawl chaw-14
clates for mouther-in-louth. Booil. Poor old dear Paul Horan,15
to satisfy his literary as well as his criminal aspirations, at the16
suggestion thrown out by the doomster in loquacity lunacy, so17
says the Dublin Intelligence, was thrown into a Ridley's for18
inmates in the northern counties. Under the name of Orani he19
may have been the utility man of the troupe capable of sustain-20
ing long parts at short notice. He was. Sordid Sam, a dour decent21
deblancer, the unwashed, haunted always by his ham, the unwished,22
at a word from Israfel the Summoner, passed away painlessly23
after life's upsomdowns one hallowe'en night, ebbrous and in24
the state of nature, propelled from Behind into the great Beyond25
by footblows coulinclouted upon his oyster and atlas on behanged26
and behooved and behicked and behulked of his last fishandblood27
bedscrappers, a Northwegian and his mate of the Sheawolving28
class. Though the last straw glimt his baring this stage thunkhard29
is said (the pitfallen gagged him as 'Promptboxer') to have30
solemnly said?--- as had the brief thot but fell in till his head like31
a bass dropt neck fust in till a bung crate (cogged!): Me drames,32
O'Loughlins, has come through! Now let the centuple celves of33
my egourge as Micholas de Cusack calls them, ---?of all of whose34
I in my hereinafter of course by recourse demission me --- by35
the coincidance of their contraries reamalgamerge in that indentity36

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