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Show if Walt Mason 1 THE LCSER3 On the bosom oi s.di River sluggishly sluggish-ly their vessel floats, and their dismal dirses quiver on the air. In sobbing notes; we can hear their weary chorus chor-us "Gloomy skies are bending o'er us, and there is no hope before us, fcr We've lost our William GoaLs." Ah. there is no joyous ditty, from the passenger pas-senger or crew, and my eyes are wet with pity at a lawn is wei with dew; II Is sad to see i hem sailing, it is tough tO hear them walling, as they lean against the railing for a last and longing view. Up salt River b weeping watus they must sail for rars. per- voted for ihe other chape they must sail while autumn mellows, they must Ball while winter bellows, knowing that the other fellows gather in th" public snaps. Oh, it '.s a ship of sor row that proceeds upon its way, and the beefln? done tomorrow will bf louder than today; for each landmark will remind them of tbe snaps they leave behind them and the scalding t v. ill blind them till they hit the Blarboard hay. Hut the ship will be returning with Its passengers and Crew, and their bosoms will be burnin;; with ;imb!tinn? fine and new, and for Office they'll bC running, and for voters they will be tunning, cn a platform simply sinnnin;;. and a nice fresh rag to chew |