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Show A Sonnet on Julia's Livor. Now I will olng and alncr with all my art In pralso of radiant Julia's liver; whero Among earth's beauties is a maiden fair Who blooms raoro lusciously than my sweetheart? How quickly would her temper becomo tart If in her tender, sinless bosom thero Wero not a liver In first-class repair, How suddenly her glory would departl The kind, soft heart sho has who makes you glad May claim your praise, but I sing Joyously Joy-ously Of my fair Julia's liver; If sho had Not rosy cheeks and crimson lips, you eco, Her temper often doubtless would bo bad, And sho would ceaso to sweetly Jolly me. S. E. Kl3er, in Chicago Record-Herald. |