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Show FORGET YOU NOT. (To Monsignor O'Grady, Trenton, N. J.) All I ask, old friend from you . To bless my weary lot Is when your memory rules the hour j Thou wilt forget me not. Forget me not, perhaps the thought Might cheer a lonely hour; The wildest desert may contain The fairest summer flower. And though we are not far apart, Our spirits will commune. And breathe the tales of former days Beneath the waning moon. Though distant from your loving grasp, Should death now crest my brow, My thoughts will ever flow ,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, Anrl worn vnn nnt half an hrlok'- I You're all the world to me." Ogden, Jan. 17, 1905. J. T. Smyth. Previous to entering Seton Hall col- lege he attended the Roman Catholic school at Dover, N. J., under the above writer for over five years. He is now vicar general under Bishop McFaul of the diocese of Trenton. He is one of the leading priests in the state of New-Jersey. New-Jersey. Hie father died lately. He was a miner of Mine Hill. Many Jersey Jer-sey miners are at' Park City arid the mining camps of Utah, Montana, Nevada, Ne-vada, California and Colorado who will be glad of his elevation, and sorry for the death of his father. |