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ORTHOMETRY. |
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ROSE'S BIRTHDAY.
Tell me, perverse young year! Why is the moon so drear ?
Is there no flower to twine ? Away, thou churl, away ! 'Tis Rose's natal day,
Reserve thy frowns for mine.
W. S. Landor.
I've lost my portmanteau :
I pity your grief. All my sermons are in it:
I pity the thief.
Anon.
The law allows one husband to one wife, But wives will seldom brook this straightened life; They must have two : besides her Jack each Jill, In spite of law and gospel, has her Will.
R. Simpson.
THE TWO HARVEYS.
Two Harveys had a mutual wish
To please in different stations— The one invented " sauce for fish,"
The other " Meditations." Each had his pungent power applied
To aid the dead and dying : That gave relish to the sole when fried,
This saved the soul from frying.
A FISHING EXPEDITION.
One morning when Spring was in her teens—
A morn to a poet's wishing— All tinted in delicate pinks and greens,
Miss Bessie and I went fishing. |
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