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Show Uncle.:W.alt The Poet PhilvMpher .. I i i n ii t v . 1 LAtJBA JtZAir LTBBIT. When your breast I full M atfrmw take rour Wit of grief to Laura; spread Before Be-fore that gentle dameel ill Uta alckenlng details, the wUI tk your heart and flu It. run copper rivet through It. fix It up while you ar waiting, till W a aoond Mile. . I wa weary dlagueted: ell my dreama of tore ere Dueled: I propoeed to Lillian Rumeell. and he hadn't tfme to wed: "I am "ernes down to a fraaal telling woven now to daaal. and I have na time tor bridals. e the genial UN Ian aald. This rebuff my aoul affrighted; I waa wounded, hurt and ellghted; why ahould I thu be rejected, re-jected, where ao anany ethera won? why did beushty Colonel Rueeell ted ma. to ekldao and hustle, why thla rank discrimination, dis-crimination, why Oil eoora of honest funT 80 I took my load of Borrow to the feet of gentle Laura, and aha plugged my heart, with putty, and aha cheered and eoothed me then: once ajraln rr brav and cheery and my daya no more are dreary, and eoon aa I can make It I'll propoe to Ull again I Copyrtfht Ull, by 0fi Matthaw Ada-mi. . . |