Tolv two |2eleven elf2| kater ten sax.
Pedwar pemp. Foify tray. Twelve!
Methought |2'twas as I going asleep somewhen |ain nonland of wheres
pleasea| I heard as 'twere2| the peal of midnight's chimes from out the belfry of the cute old speckled church sounding so faint a 12 as nighthood rendered all
|2animated2| British objects nonviewable to human watchers save perchance anon some glistery gleam darkling adown surface of the a fluvial
flowandflow as again might be garments of laundry reposing a greensward close by in full expectation. And |2as I was going along in a dream as dozing I was
dawdling2| methought broadmouth was heard and all vociferated, echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! |2With a high voice & low, O, the higher
his voice the deeper & low. I heard it so2| And lo, methought somewhat came of the noise & somewho seemed amove among allmurk, now 'twas as clump, now mayhap. When lo was light and now 'twas as flasher now more as the glow. Ah! |2in
unlitness2| 'Twas, in verity 'twas his belted lamp. Yes, he who swayed a will of a wisp before me, dressed like an earl, |2in just the
correct wear,2| with a classy |2coat o'coat2| of superior ruggedness
|2freeswinging2| from one shoulder |2& thickwelted brogues on him
|amade to suit the Irish people and climatea| & his coat |aof woollies with green & yellow effects out of
ita| with & a softrolling lapel |aon toa| & the most successfully carried trousers you ever saw
|abreaking over the ankle & hugging the shoeheela| & his |ainvulnerablea| burlap waistcoat
|aand inside |bofb| it he was showing off his bluespangled zephyr |bshirt
overshirtb| that had a decidedly surplice shorta| — everything the best2|, was none other from
(|2Ah, then,2| the blessings of God & Mary &
Patrick be |2rambling2| all over him!) other than (his may his 100,000 welcome letters multiply & plultiply!) Shaun himself.
Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs Gregory & Lyons along with Dr Tarpey's & the Rev. Mr MacDougall's but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart ass. Yet methought Shaun (holy messenger angels be uninterruptedly nudging him among & along the winding ways of random ever!) Shaun in proper person (may all the |2sliding backsliding2| constellations continue to be his changeable timetable!) was before me |2in more than his usual health2| for he sproke and |2I tell you |amy worda| he looked the stuff. Now, without deceit it is hardly too much to say2| he was looking grand, |2so fired smart2| he was immense, |2quite2| swell |2and so jaunty with a schoolgirl complexion on him plainly out on the mash2| for he |2sproke was |ajust after his after having a great time in a porterhouse where he |bhad taken had recruited his health by hisb|a| three principal meals, his breakfast of a half a pound of bacon & eggs, then his dinner of a half a pound of round steak with some chops thrown in |aby the proprietoressa| and gravy with potatoes and a raw tomato and then finally his supper, videlicet, bacon |awith some cold breast of veala|. |aI don't mean to say he was greedy but he liked |bhis feedb| a lot. Soa| Then he sproke2| When lo meheard I saw the voice of Shaun how so it sighed to scented nightlife as softly as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sigh open tireless secrets to Nova Scotia's listing sisterpoles
— Alas alone alanna aroon! Shaun |2said yawned2|,
|2addressing himself &2| complaining of the fact |2of earning his bread in
sweat of feet2| |2as, having moistened his mouth |aina| quiet|a, scooped his teeth clean with his
forefinger,a|2| |2while as2| he |2stared
sank down at once2| upon the native soil he loved |2best, covered with virgin bush.
Well, I'm shot seeing myself like this!2| |2how How2| all too unworthy am I, a mere
mailman of peace, for such eminence
or promenade, to be exact, as to be the bearer of these |2letter missive2| on His Majesty's service! |2I cannot recollect having done anything to earn it at all2|
— But have |2I we |auntil nowa|2| |2asked besought2| you, dear Shaun, |2I we2| remembered, who it was|2, to begin with,2| who gave you the permit?
— Everybody, Shaun replied. |2It is my heaviest cross &2| I have it from Saint Columkille's prophecies
— Then, |2I we2| explained, you might be so by order.
— Forgive me, Shaun replied |2with his liquid lips2|, it was |2made known condemned for me2| in the prophecies and there is a power over me that is put upon me from on high & |2so2| |2I |aI haven as it isa| I have nothing to look forward at and2| am hopeless to do anything about it.
— |2Dear Honest2| Shaun, |2I we2| agreed, |2what then were it a whisper reaches us that it may turn out to be you2| you who will maybe bear those |2open2| letter?
— As, Shaun replied |2patly2|, to that I have the power. |2And that has a lot to do with everything2|
— Would you mind telling |2me us2|, |2dear Shaun Shaun honey2|, |2I we2| proposed |2to that dear youth2|, where mostly are you able to work?
— I, Shaun replied, am mostly am able to walk. |2I am always telling them how2| It was foretold for me
|2never to to be disbarred from |awork unnecessary servile work of all sortsa|2| work for otherwise
I wd get into a blame |2but. His Holy Will be done. But2|, believe me, I can truthfully
|2say declare with my hand on the epistles2| |2I am
awful good & always2| |2I do my reasonable best to2| say my prayers regularly
in fact always have.
— Yet 1 minute's observation, dear |2domestic2| Shaun, as |2I we2| observe you have painted the town green.
— |2O, murder, Shaun replied.2| Well |2I so be it & I will2| confess to have, |2yes, |aso long as I'm prepaida|2|. |2Shaun replied.2| |2And it wasn't my first time. Somebody may perhaps say I am wrong. But2| It is grandiose from the prophecies |2and they were |aspecially particularlya| written by a gentleman for gentlemen. It was2| |2With with2| my post lamp.
— Do you mean, |2I we2| gathered, whether varnish will or verdure?
— It is a confounded lie to say it, bad luck to you, Shaun|2, the |afiery firya| boy,2| replied, |2naturally very incensed, |aAnother timea| Please confine your |aallusions glaring insinuationsa| to some other body2| What |2on the face of this earth2| wd I be doing besides your varnish? |2That is more than I can say anyway. So let you & I drop that.2| Understand me when I tell you that in the past parcel office, so much deplored by my |2previous erstwhile2| |2cousin2| friend, Miss Sanders, postmistress in general to the Irish Goat Society, albeit blessed with 22,000 sorters out of a po biggest possible 22,000, too much administrative stationery was eaten by those goats. It is also one of my avowed intentions at some time |2when I am not prepared to say2| to compose |2quite2| a |2patent2| savings book surrounding that matter.
— But what, dear Shaun, |2I we2| continued, wd be the biography of your shor softbodied uniform?
— None whatsoever, Shaun replied,
though it wd be very romantic. All of it |2I might say2| was handed over by myself amongst my neighbours of every description, entitled the evicted tenants. |2What I say is and I am no fool, permit me to tell you.2| Therefore I am plainly enveloped, which you will shortly |2see receive2|, in care of one of |2Moosyears2| Guinness's registered barrels.º