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Show CANTASTOPTHIS. 1TEOPI. Oh ho was a sweet, young, lithsome man, And ho moved with a tender grace; And a smile like the sweep of an angel's wing PlayeJ over his fair young face. ANTISTHOPE. "I bring," he said, and the editor bowed, For he loved tho sweet young thing, "I bring," he murmured, "a poet's song, A lay of the balmy spring." CUM AX. Then the editor ga there! his cross-cut saw, And the nail grab all the same: Tb big sledge hammer, tho long crtw bar, And tho club with the terrible name. CATASTROPHE. LTcsawedhim in two and he flattened him out, He tore out each quivering lung; Us pinned him up to the sanctum wall, So scattered, and yet so young. |