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Show COLLEGE REVISITED. He was a guileless college youth, ; That mirrored modesty and truth; And sometimes at his musty room His Mster called, to chase the doom. One afternoon when she via i there Arranging things with kindly care, , As often she had done before, . There came a knock upon the door. Our student, sensitive to fears Of thoughtless comrades' laughing Jeers, Had only time to make deposit Of his dear sister In a closet, Then haste the door to open wide, His guest unbidden stept inside. ' He was a cheery-faced old man, And with apologies began For calling, and then let him know That more than fifty years ago, Whon ho was in his youthful bloom, He'd occupied that very room ; So thought he'd tuke tho chance, he said, To see the changes time had made. "The same old window, same old view "Ha, ha I the same old pictures, too! " And then he tapped them with his cane And laughed his merry laugh again. "The same old sofa, I declare! Dear me, it must be worse for wear. The same old shelves! " Anil then he came And spied the closet door. ' T ie same Oh my ! " A woman's dress peeped through. Quick as he could ho closed it to. I He shook his head. "Ah ! ah ! the same Old game, young man, the same old game !" "Would you my reputation slur! " The youth gasped: -That's my sister, sir!" "Ah ! " said the old man, with n sigh, "The same old lie the same old lie; " George iilrdseye. |