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Show : Sie nen, ae a 185 | THE REVIEW. LE Brown—Didn’t I tcll you not to fire off any cracixers in the house? Little pa. Johnnie—I It dropped couldn't out of my help Ss Falta Od. em it, Great erect the Soldier boy Stands in the vil‘ey luge market place: S. His father's stay.his - @ mothers jov— The proucest of the populace. off.—Judge. A head ™%, Brown—\What did you let it fall for? Little Johnnie—’Cause I saw it was goin’ thst ‘On AB, —) ITE! hand. ee Hit. Razzle—Jagway went to the Fourth of July faney ball as a toy pistol. Wazzle—Was his impersonation asuc- The stceple clanrs its brazen bliss, The guns their iron glee declare: cess? 2azzle—Yes. So didn’t know when CARRIED AWAY much so that he he was loaded.— WI7H i “+ SS ey ae yee. My HIS IDFA. ee The patriot Manliness feeis a Enter his breast and tarry there. He rests his musket on the grass, Its brightness Shows a brother's pride. ene daughter, millers bless the lass! Iashioned the sword knot at his side. What war. this youth knoweth he of Ateared in the tranquil urts of peace? War's less. 1 Ss00n is Ic2zrned, in truth, When shac..ied nations seek release! The cheers ring Cown the fearless line. Congress hath issuc.l a decree. In lanvunzve burning. just divine: "tis ce@ad. that Title of the Free. ‘Tis read: from many a tener cheek A tellta’e tear is brusi.2.1 aw:v. And wee € elaims, in utterance weak: “Would i were younger than to-day!” ‘Tis read. and souls that lon’ have pined In thrallcom’s cheerless. sab!e nicht, Rejoice, lize those from cradle blind When first they see the morniug light Willie—Now Tll neasly old eat. get rid of that But freedom , smiles unon the strong, Spurning the weaker sons of men, Till tyrants blush to do a wrong— The sword must ever aid the pen! He fought. that brave young villager! Te fought for that which could not fail. He fought for parents. home—for her! But came not baci: to tell the tale! oo When “Yorktown” rang the country o’er And bade unfettered pulses throb, A comrade broucht the !-not he wore, And they thant.ed i1.eaven through 4 sob! Before the glorious dv arose ‘lo dash away the prison’s gloom; Before the nightshade bore a rose, He found a soldier's nameless tomb! Bold pioneer of human right, Time vainly steals your mortal breath;0 We see you sti!l by frceltom’'s light; live! Yc scorn the sevthe —Thomus ros In A Nw (it hs i ‘V5 r | | ‘ \. ae Vil . \ | The | it ; \ effect of the scheme.—Pucek. Chicago of death! Dialect. ‘To-morrow is the Fourth of July,” said Mr. Lakeside. ? “Yes,” said Mrs. Lakeside, musingly: ‘‘the day that this country got voree from Eng land.”’— Puek. its di- ~ You |