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Show CASABLANCA. <br><br> This revised and improved version of Mrs. Hemans' sublime poem is taken from an eastern paper. Its points of excellence will not be unnoticed: <br><br> The boy stood on the stock-yard fence, whence all but he had fled: the flames which lit his father's barn, shone just above the shed. One bunch of crackers in hand, two others in his hat, with piteous accents loud he cried, " I never thought of that." A bunch of crackers to the tail of one small dog he tied; the dog in anguish sought the barn, and mid its ruins died ; the sparks flew wide and red and ???; they lit upon that brat, they fired the crackers in his hand and also? those in his hat. Then came a burst of rattling sound - the boy! where was he gone? Ask of the wind that far around strewed lots of meat and bone, and scraps of clothes and balls and rope, and nails and hooks and yarn, the relics of the dreadful boy that burned his father's barn. |