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Show THE LAST WORD. "Yes, mother; at last bo has Uarned that 1 IJave a temper and will of my own. liow silly to ell and Borrow and ijU, And even to weep ae I've done: "When he's chidod mo fravely with tears in his eye, Croeodilo tears, 1 know With the look of a martyr already to die With bis burden of grief and woel '1 will not be thwarted; I will have my say, . And aert myself just as I pleaja; The woman of will need not lack for a way To bring any man to his knees. "Bitter? Of course, my dear mother. Why not? Did I taunt him with povarty? l ss. Think you that! am content with tho lut Of the wife of a man in distress? "He has jrone, and my last word riogs in his ears; He'll boar it io memory, I wean Loek, motherl Why are these people in tears? What does that covered form moan? "ily husband? And dead? Oh, this cannot be! How may I this punishment boar? My last ward was worae than a taunt 'twas a curse; And his, mother, his was a prayer!" |