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And the train  resumes its journey far,
                                 He toes  have  been, and  tic rocs  are—
                                 Of battle  and  State,  of travel and  skill.
                                 O f letters  and art— hut  give  us  “ Bill.”

                                 At the end  of the road they gave him  a purse.
                                *T  don’t  want that 111  a Fid  he  muttered  a curse ;
                                 Rut  finally  took  it,  and  stowed  it  away,
                                 And  then  threw  it  to “ M ag:! as  lie  passed  next  day.
                                  It whirled through  the  air and  struck  by  the stoop,
                                  Where the three stood  to  greet  him,  a joyful  group.
                                                                                B e t t e r  s w o r t h .

                                                 T H E   ACTOR’S  STORY.

                          M     INK is a  wild,  strange story— the  strangest you  ever heard;
                                   There are  many who  won't  believe  it,  but  it’s  gospel  every
                                        word;
                          It's die biggest drama of  any  in  a Jong,  adventurous life;
                          The scene was  a ship,  and the  actors-— were  myself  and  my  new-wed
                                  wife.


                          You  mustn’t tnind  if  T  ramble,  and lose the  thread  now  and  then ;
                          I'm  old. you  know, and  I  wander—-iVs  a  way  with  old  women  and
                                  men,
                          For their  live*  lie all  behind  them,  and their thoughts  go  far away.
                          And arc  tempted  af.dd,  like  children lost on  a  summer  day.

                          The years  must be  five-and-twenLy  that have  passed  since  that  awful

                                  nigh!-.
                          But  I  see it again  this  evening,  T  can  never  shut out  the sight.
                          We  were  only a  few weeks  married,  1  and the wife,  you  know,
                          When  we had  an  offer  for  Melbourne,  and  made  up  our m ill*  to go.

                          We'd  acted  together  in  England,  travelling up  and  down
                          With  a  strolling  band  of players,  going  from  town  to  town;
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