To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most

Noble, Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salu-

tem dicint. The just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure

her!) I was shift and shuft too, with her shester Mrs Shunders,

both mudical dauctors from highschoolhorse and aslyke as

Easther’s leggs. She was the niceliest person of a wellteached non-

party woman that I ever acquired her letters, only too fat, used

to babies and tottydean verbish this is her entertermentdags for

she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all times a day. She

was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics,

me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also

was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. P.L.M

Mevrouw von Andersen was her whogave me a muttonbrooch,

stakkers for her begfirst party. Honour thy farmer and my lit-

ters. This, my tears, is my last will intesticle wrote off in the

strutforit about their absent female assauciations which I, or per-

haps any other person what squaton a toffette, have the honour

to had upon their polite sophykussens in the real presence of de-

vouted Mrs Grumby when her skin was exposed to the air. O

what must the grief of my mund be for two little ptpt coolies

worth twenty thousand quad herewitdnessed with both’s

maddlemass wishes to Pepette for next match from their dearly

beloved Roggers, M.D.D. O.D. May doubling drop of drooght!

Writing.