Alone one cannot know who did it for the hand was fair. We can suppose it that of Shemus the penman, a village soak, who when snugly liquored lived, so
Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre bringing it about him and welcome for they will come to no good. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and the Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye when he told me to pardon him his true opinion but that I had got a lovely face. That day I thought that I was back in paradise. Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in them but the milk as it came from the cow like he did and all that is all pure made up by a snake in the grass and his name is M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband. If I were only to tell your revered all that caffler said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. Tom for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment thou shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour wife. But I could read him. Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that. Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker. to For two straws tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.
There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, I shall bring under your notice, Majesty, those two hussies neither of them was virtuous after the public doctor's declaration out of the lock and whereas the said Honourable Mr Earwicker has a chest very hairy for it to be seen from a child which I am the privileged one to see and whereas pursuant to that very att. for salesladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros who thinks he's the big noise here to be spreading his dirty lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar! I won't dream of a sausage of his not even for catsmeat & he was fired out of Clune's where he forgot he was only a common floorwalker for giving his guff.
I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was the wish of his mind to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he gave me the price of a bulletproof dress with angel sleeves said in my presence that: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.
Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall now close hoping you are in the best. I care that for him and lies about an experience of mine as a girl with a clerical friend. Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy & Son, the kissing solicitor which is enjoying the attention of private dectectives. I only wish he wd look in through his letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd not say that was a solicitor's business. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.
So much for the sneakery that I was treated not very grand by thicks off Bully's acre. If any of Mister M'Grath's thick goes to pull a gun on me, he'll know better manners. I will complain on them to policesergeant Laracy at the corner of Buttermilk lane & he will have his head well & lawfully broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity. I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker, my once handsome husband; who is as gentle as a woman & he never chained me to a chair since this island was born. I can show anyone the bag of cakes given to me by Mr Earwicker for our last wedding day. Thank you, beloved, for your beautiful parcel. You are always the gentleman. I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath back & streaky, ninepence.
Hoping the clouds will soon dissipate you will enjoy perusal and completely
(Signed)
Her Mark & Seal Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker (valued wife of . . . )
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath [FDV]
cf Mamafesta1/2 summary: "a goodishsized sheet of letterpaper originating from Boston (Mass) of the eleventh of the fifth to dear which proceeded to mention Maggy well and everybody athome is general health well and a lovely face of some born gentleman with a parcel of cookycakes for tea well and must now close a grand funeral Maggy and hopes to hear from with love & four crosses from loving from a [large] looking stain of tea" ("born gentleman" and "Grand funeral" are even later!)
Alone one cannot know who did it for the hand was fair. We can suppose it that of Shemus the penman, a village soak, who when snugly liquored lived, so
"did it" referring back to the hen finding the paper?
Revered
Majesty well, Ive heard all those birds what theyre bringing it about him and welcome for they will come to no good. The Honourable Mr Earwicker, my devout husband, is a true gentleman which is what none of the sneakers ever was or will be because in the words of a royal poet such are born and not made and that he was and it was between Williamstown and the Ailesbury road on the long car I first saw the lovelight in his eye
when he told me to pardon him his true opinion but that I had got a lovely face. That day I thought that I was back in paradise.
(did HCE first meet ALP in a public tram?!)
"back in paradise" ie, babies are in Heaven before their birth?
cf Delivery1? "For it was she who still believed that her face was the best part of her & hoped for"
Well, revered Majesty, I hereafter swear he never once sent out the swags with a drop in them but the milk as it came from the cow like he did and all that is all pure made up by a snake in the grass and his name is M'Grath Bros against that dear man, my honorary husband.
"like he did" odd-- like he sent them out with milk?
"a snake in the grass"
If I were only to tell your revered all that caffler said to me was it this time last year & I told Mrs. Tom for his accomodation, McGrath Bros, I'm saying and his bacon not fit to look at never mind butter which is forbidden by the eight commandment thou shalt not bear false witness against they neighbour wife. But I could read him.
Anglo-Irish/Hiberno-English caffler: contemptible, cheeky little fellow; prankster (from Irish cafaire: prater)
there was a Mrs Tom (Maria) McGrath in 1901, maybe grocer-brothers with William McGrath?
"But I could read him." ie, his lies didn't fool her
Aha, McGrath, the lies are out on him like freckles, when I think of what he had the face to say about my dearly respected husband, can I ever forget that. Never, so may God forgive McGrath Bros all his trespasses against the Hon Mr Earwicker. to For two straws tell someone I know & they would make a corpse of him with the greatest of pleasure & not leave enough for the peelers to pick up.
"For two straws" recent phrase
There never was any girl in my house expecting trouble out of my noble husband, never, I shall bring under your notice, Majesty, those two hussies neither of them was virtuous after the public doctor's declaration out of the lock and whereas the said Honourable Mr Earwicker has a chest very hairy for it to be seen from a child which I am the privileged one to see
"under your notice" legal idiom
George Bernard Shaw wrote a 1909 essay on 'The Doctor's Dilemma' with a section called 'The Public Doctor'
"out of the lock" maybe 'from the dock'?
and whereas pursuant to that very att. for salesladies' society I will not have a reptile the like of McGrath Bros who thinks he's the big noise here to be spreading his dirty lies all round where we live as I simply agree to it, the obnoxious liar!
"the big noise" not usually a person but an event, especially war
I won't dream of a sausage of his not even for catsmeat & he was fired out of Clune's where he forgot he was only a common floorwalker for giving his guff.
phallic symbol
"catsmeat" cf U63: "He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat."
I've heard it stated about the military but, did space permit, it is my belief I could show it was the wish of his mind to cure the King's evil and I hereinafter swear by your revered majesty that he gave me the price of a bulletproof dress with angel sleeves said in my presence that: As there is a God of all things my mind is a complete blank.
 |
| 1949 |
"angel sleeves" = long wide sleeves that hang loose from the shoulder
Well, revered Majesty, I tender my heartest thanks & regrets for lettering you and I shall now close hoping you are in the best. I care that for him and lies about an experience of mine as a girl with a clerical friend. Ask him what about his wife and Mr John Brophy & Son, the kissing solicitor which is enjoying the attention of private dectectives. I only wish he wd look in through his letterbox some day. What ho, she bumps. He wd not say that was a solicitor's business. He wd be surprised to see her & Mr Brophy quite effectionate together kissing & looking into a mirror.
was "I
"as a girl" (!? Nora?)
So much for the sneakery that I was treated not very grand by thicks off Bully's acre. If any of Mister M'Grath's thick goes to pull a gun on me, he'll know better manners. I will complain on them to policesergeant Laracy at the corner of Buttermilk lane & he will have his head well & lawfully broken by a Norwegian who has been expelled from christianity.
Bully's Acre [wiki] 1909 map StreetView now
 |
| 57yo in 1901 |
 |
| Buttermilk Lane, Galway, 1838 |
I am perfectly proud of Mr Earwicker, my once handsome husband; who is as gentle as a woman & he never chained me to a chair since this island was born. I can show anyone the bag of cakes given to me by Mr Earwicker for our last wedding day. Thank you, beloved, for your beautiful parcel. You are always the gentleman.
Molly liked bdsm erotica
"cakes" is vague, but if they were in a bag they couldn't have been too soft (maybe filling, maybe frosting)
it seems a very modest gift, and it's bizarre she's saving it
"wedding day" anniversary?
I tell sneakers and Mr Gainsayer McGrath back & streaky, ninepence.
Hoping the clouds will soon dissipate you will enjoy perusal and completely
(Signed)
Her Mark & Seal Dame Lara Prudence Earwicker (valued wife of . . . )
P.S. This will put the tin hat on McGrath
Mark = teastain?
No comments:
Post a Comment