|aHark!a| Twelve two eleven |afour catera| ten |asix |bseix saxb|.a| eigh |aHark!a| seven eight |aEight seven Pedwar pempa|. Five three. Twelve. Methought 'twas the peal of midnight bells midnight's chime from out the belfry of the |acutea| old speckled church, sounding so |afaintly faint aa| twelve as darkness rendered all |aBritish objectsa| |ainvisible nonviewablea| to human watcher save perchance anon some glittery gleam adown the surface of the fluvial flowandflow or again it might be sundry articles of laundry reposing upon the |asward greenswarda| hard by in full expectation. And methought broadmouth was heard and all vociferated:, Shaun echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! And lo methought somewhat was seemed |ato move amovea| amongst the murk, now 'twas |aas aa| clump, now 'twas mayhap. When lo there was light and |ait approached ina| now 'twas a flasher anon more as the glow. Ah, it was 'twas, in verity 'twas, his belted lamp. And he who swayed before |ame|b, will o' the wisp, coat on shoulder,b|a| was none other than (the blessing of God & Mary & Patrick be |aon all overa| him) other than (may his hundred thousand welcome letters multiply & plultiply) Shaun himself.
Had I the concordant |alore wiseheadsa| of Messrs Gregory & |aTarpey
along with Dr Tarpey's and the Rev. Mr MacDougall's |abut, poor ass, I but I, poor ass,a| am but as their fourpart other ass yet methought Shaun (holy angels direct him be |auninterruptedlya| guiding him along the winding roads of random ever!) Shaun in proper person (may the constellations be his considering compass!) was before me and he spake. And lo meheard |aI sawa| the voice of him |ahow ita| sighed to the scented |anight nightlifea| as softly as the tall telegraph |amasts poleºa| at Clifden sigh |aopena| secrets to Nova Scotia |alistening ladies listing sisterpolesa|.
— Alas, Shaun said, |astaring upon the soil he loved,a| I am all too unworthy for such eminence, or prominence, to be exact as to bear this letter on his majesty's service —
— But |atell me have I asked youa|, dear Shaun, I said, who it was gave you the permit?
— I, replied to me Shaun, have it from S. Columkille's prophecies.
— Then, I said, you |aare might bea| so by order?
— |aIt Forgive mea|, Shaun replied, |ais was made knowna| in the prophecies and there is a power over me that is put upon me from on high.
— Dear Shaun, I said, then |ait is if it werea| you |awhoa| will bear this letter you speak of?
— As, Shaun replied, |afor toa| that I have the power.
— Tell me, I said, dear Shaun, where |ado area| you mostly |aable toa| work? |aI am mostly able to walk.a|
— It, Shaun replied, was foretold for
me |anot nevera| to work but, believe me, I say my prayers regularly.
— Yet one |aquestion minute's conversationa|, dear Shaun, for as I observe, you have painted the town green.
— |aWith Well, yesa|, Shaun replied, |aWitha| my post lamp |awhich is grandiosea|.
— Do you mean, I insinuated, that verdure or varnish will?
— In, Shaun replied, the other postal office |aalbeit blessed with 22,000 sorters out of a possible 22,000,a| |atooa| much administrative stationery was eaten by goats. |aIt is also one of my |bavowedb| intentions |bsometime at some timeb| to make a book concerning that matter.a|
— And what, dear Shaun, |ais would bea| the biography of your |asoftbodieda| uniform
— |aAll None whatsoevera|, Shaun replied, |aAlla| of it was |agiven handed overa| by me among |amy neighbours of every description,a| the |apoora| evicted tenants. and that is Therefore I am simply |aclothed envelopeda|, as you |aperhapsa| see, in one of Guinness's |aregistereda| barrels |aregistereda|.º