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Show THE FARE TO CHANDELEUR. By Henry Richtor. What Is the fare to Chahdeleur, the way that I should go? A kiss and smile for every mile; the custom makes it so. Right good and tell me, hearty, is the prospect very fine? A girl at every mile-post and the mile-posts running run-ning wine. Well, then, a jolly journey, and the taverns over there? The roofs are leaves of fruitage and the walls aro sunny air. Why, 'tide you well, my holy one, for I am starting soon. You'll find the maidens laughing in the liquor of the moon. Mirror. |