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Her letters  stopped;  I  sought the whirl
                                      Of  social pleasures;  then  for  spite
                                    I wooed  and  wed  another  girl.
                                      I  did  not  half  deserve  the  bright
                                   And  happy  life  she  brought  me.  So
                                      ’Twas  not  until  to-night  I  found
                                    Myself once  more  within  the  flow
                                      Of  Fashion's  set  and  Fashion’s .sound.
                                    I  waltzed  once  with  my  partners  wife,
                                      Then  in an  alcove  by the  door—
                                    My veins seemed  filled  with  fresh,  new life—
                                      I saw  a face  I'd  known  before—
                                    ’Twas  Gertrude.    Springing to  her side
                                      I  poured forth  words  of  passion,  then
                                    This  girl, who should  have been  my bride,
                                      Said :  “ Jack,  you’re just  like  other men.
                                   And  1  like  other  women, too.
                                      Once we  were  foolish,  long  ago}
                                   But,  really,  I  supposed you knew
                                      ’Twas  only  a  flirtation ;  so
                                   You  see  I  made  the  best of  fate,
                                      And married  quite  another one.
                                   Dear Jack,  I fear you've  come too  late—
                                      But  let  me introduce  my  so n /’      A t.rekt  H ardy.


                                                        BOOH I
                                   [Read at the Literary  Congress in  Chicago,  Children’s  !Day.]
                             N  afternoons,  when  baby hoy  has  had  a  splendid  nap
                         O      And  sits,  like any  monarch  on  his  throne in  nurse's  lap,

                                In  this peculiar  wise  I  hold  my  'kerchief to  my face,
                         And  cautiously and  quietly  I move about the  place;
                         Then,  with  a cry,  I  suddenly  expose  my  face  to viewr,
                         And  you  should  hear  him  laugh and  crow  when  I  say  “ Booh!"
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