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Show FORGET YOU NOT. (To Consignor O "Grady, Trenton, X. J.) All I ask, old friend, from you To bless my weary lot J Is when your memory rules the hour Thou wilt forget me not. Forget use not. perhaps the thought Might cheer a lonely hour; The wildest desert may contain The fairest summer flower. And though we are now far apart, Our spirits will commune. And brer the the talcs of former days Beneath the waning moon. Though distant from your loving grasp, Should death now crest my brow, My thoughts will ever How to thee As pure and fond as now. And ere I'd bid this world adieu - For heaven's supernal spot. Those words would crest my latest sigh, Forget, forget you not. For "you were strong to do the right And swift the wrong to flee. And were you not half as bright, You're all the world to me." Ogden, Jan. 17. IDOo. J. T. Smyth. Previous to entering Scton Hall college he at- I tended the Roman Catholic school at Dover, . .L. under the above writer, for over five years. He is now vicar general under Bishop McFuul of the. diocese of Trenton. He is one of the leading j priests in the state of New Jersey. His father died lately. He was a miner of Mine T I ill- Mi'iiy Jersey Jer-sey miners are at Park City and the mining camps of T'tah, Montana. Nevada. California and Colorado Colo-rado who will be glad of his elevation, and sorry for the death of his father. |