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Show TME MASTER OF THE HOUSE j i This is the mmier. Who be he? : f W r,r.- d:d you think to tit.d him?) Ht in thy tT-n;!-. Come avd a. , Wh.v, surely, wo havu to mind him ! Wa:t V"ii m'ist be as slill a death; lie is elfcitn(f n"w so sweetly. Oi e rinsn't tbo ri ht t draw owo'a breilh Till he i awai; cotupietcly. Should bo war;t the woddirg r'ng f.-o'fl her hand (No iiiiiut if ha wti'd loso i'.) ThiTt) is ui-t a ludy in all the land Cuu d have tbo heart t ral'ii-c it. Ijbould ho chooiO to reaclrfor a crown, I ay ( It is no!d, and he could not break it). W by, is ther, a king in the wur d to-dy ho wjuld ut! lut hmi lake it? What rarliaal wJtild not load Mai his hat? Tof;ivo him a ruinuto's pk-ftslire? And wliero is the go'id gray b.iird, as to that "Which ho cuuld not pull at lo'euro ? Hut hero ho is! do you roe his nyes ? Now, what do youWant' It may be lie will hear you, after his first surprise. TtiLTo'a nothinx you want of tho Baby? Hut every thins: ia his, yiu know, (And no matter whv.co the rest i-) Fr-ym tho bluo lit'.lw bird that chi p so low, To tbo o.k-troe whore its neat ie ! It is only work that you wtint, indeod ? . fJwtiH you do tho work of twenty, Tho 11 a by will rivo you all you noed. Aik him; he has work in plenty 1 |