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(In process, please don't edit. Jennifer J. Leong Cardwell, j_leongcardwell@yahoo.com, transcription July 2017] And swear by (Slyp?), and all the powers below In good old heathen days twas never so. Ah! what avails it, that in days of yore The (2) of the brick I love! For four long years with logic (1) my head And feeding thought went (supported?) to bed, Since you with whom my lot afloat is thrown (O elegance of taste to land unknown) Superior reverences to the man refuse Who mends your morals, than who mends your shoes. But (1) waves your (1) you answer. True Nor does your friend wi? his offerings (1); Whenever compelled to use the (1) hole In some bye? nook I'll leave a moral scrowl?; The moral scrowl who next succeeds may reach, And to his brains brains apply it, on his breach, Thus shall your ? find a just excuse And one Sea Chaplain boasts his works of ? And as yourselves how time to time repair To drop the relies of ? there. ? may your ? Nor make you from one ugly glare in vain ? may your ? refined to amber ? In streams salubrious to the brine below; Nor ever in too hot a c ? Life But may all holes prove innocent like this; Thus grant my said/ as grant unhurt you may your Chaplain then, will ??? (a centered line of forward slashes in pairs, for a total of 11, and cut across the middle by tilde-like characters to denote the end of the entry.)