I’m tired hair-

ing of you. Hat yourself! Give us your dyed dextremity here,

frother, the Claddagh clasp! I met with dapper dandy and he

shocked me big the hamd. Where’s your watch keeper? You’ve

seen all sorts in shapes and sizes, marauding about the moppa-

mound. How’s the cock and the bullfight? And old Auster and

Hungrig? And the Beer and Belly and the Boot and Ball? Not

forgetting the oils of greas under that turkey in julep and Father

Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the costard?