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“ 'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “ tapping at my chamber door,-
Only this, and nothing more.” Ah! distinctly I remember; it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From
books surcease of sorrow,—sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named “Lenore,”
Nameless here forever more. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“ Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Theirs not to reason why, For sorra a bit I knew what was comin', when me missus walked into the kitchen and says, kinder scared like,—“Here's Fing Wing, Kitty, and ye have too much sinse to mind his bein' a thrifle sthrange;" an' wid that she shoots the dure. And I, misthrustin' if I was tidied up sufficient for me foine bye, wid his paper collars, looks, an—may I niver brathe another brith! but there stood a rale haythen Chineser, a grinnin' like he jist come off a tay-box! and oh! the haythen! wid divil a smitch o'whisker, and his head shaved cl'aner nor
a copper b’iler, an'a old black ni’-gown over his throusers, and wid a long tail hangin' down behint, and wid his fate Stook into the haythenist shoes you iver set eyes on, an’ wid his two eyes cocked oup like two poomp-handles on
One more unfortunato,
Weary of breath,
Gone to her death.
And now, says Darius, “ Hooray for some fun!
Says brother Nate, “No! botheration !
'd better go.”
'd see me, though,
But all the while to himself he said,-
And I'll say to the gaping fools below,“Want to see the wheels go wound !” But I exclaimed, holding the watch, “You may look at it!” “ Want to see the wheels go wound !” “I will not open the watch
66 Want to see the wheels
O Lord ! oh, dear! my heart will break;
The loud alarum bells,
In the startled ear of night, how they scream out their affright;
Out of tune!
Now, now to sit or never
By the sinking or the swelling
[ARRANGED BY SARAH NEAL HARRIS.]
To be, or not to be; that is the question:
For, by scholly, I did n't tink I could go in a parrel pefore. But dare I vas, tight shtuck. Now I never vas ferre pig up and down, but vas pooty pig all de vay round de middle Ven I found I could n't move effery vay, I called, “Katrina! Katrina!” Ven she come and find me wit my fest pushed vay up under my armholes, she lay down an' laughed an' laughed like she would shplit herself, till I vas so mad I said, “ Vot you lay there like a ould fool, hey? And she said, “Sockery,
The raven himself is hoarse,
Of peek-a-bo, peek-a-bo,
Come from behind that chair.
I see you hiding there.
Is it 80? And if so, in what, and how much? Was he the first creation? He was, my hearers ; but what does that prove? It proves simply that the experience gained in making man was applied to the making of a more finer being, of whom I am the example. Man claims that Eve was the cause of his expulsion from paradise. It is true, it is too true, my sisters; but that only shows her goodness, for if Adam had plucked the apple, he would have eaten it all himself, had it been a good one.
Yath, now I rekimember. I-I-I- wath walking on the ethsplanade when I-I-I sthee a-a-feller an'--an'-a Newfoundland dog. An'—an'—he inspired me to make a—a—widdle—the dog, not the feller; he-he-he-wath a lunatic. 1–1-1-do n't mind telling you this widdle; it ith putty good. Wa-why doth a dog waggle its tail? You-you-give it up? I-I-guess most of the fellers will give that up. We-we-well, you see a dog waggles its tail because the dog is stronger than the tail. If—if it was n't so, tho', ith tail would waggle the dog. Yath, that is what I call
Too proud to beg, too honest to steal,
For, bedad, when I had my good-looking pictur took, ould Pickey-bones tuck me by the shoulder and twisted me down into a chair, and then wid me face between his ugly smelling, datty hands,-och! the colour of a nager !-he gave me head a twist, and clapped a grappling-iron until the back of me, and fell a screwing and a screwing, until—may the divil secure me !-I
was in a violent thremble. But no sooner had he gone into the little room
beyant there, then I outs of me seat and 'round to look into the little box, to see if he had any murderous weapons to fire off on me in an unguarded moment; but divil a ha'p'wort' could see for an ould black
rag that hung over the front of it. And, gist as I reached 'round to grab off the old rag,
A light on Marmion's vision fell,
I'm a dude! a dandy dude ! You can see by my coat I'm in fashion. See my hair, it's all there; for hair-oil I have a great passion. Neck-tie very crushed strawberry, and I feed on canarybird food; diamonds wear, bang my hair,-I'm a dashing, a dandy
THE HERO OF THE TOWER.
Long time ago, when Austria was young,
Forthwith the busy streets were pleasure-paths,
And thus he spoke: “For fifty years or more