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What of it ?  Why people spend winters there now—
                                    Was  that  any  credit to  George ?


                                  He got the  gilt  sword  of  Cornwallis,  'tis  said,
                                    And  that was  the end  of  the bother;
                                  And  yet, all  the  time he’d  a  sword  of  his own,
                                    And  why  should  he want any  other?


                                  A  president then  I  believe  he was  made,
                                    But  that wasn’t much it would  seem;
                                  'T would  have been something like it if he'd  only been
                                    A t the head  of  a  foot-ball  team.
                                                                            H e n r y  D a v en po k t.



                                           HOW  THREE  WERE  MADE  ONE.
                                     [The figures refer to  the  corresponding  numbers m Part I.J

                               A      C A N N 1K A L  maid  and her  Hottentot Blade—
                                          They met3 in  a  rocky  defile ;
                                       A   gay eagle  plume1(1  was  his only  costume,
                                         The  lady was  wrapt in  a— smile;
                               Tog ether they strolled,  and  his passion1* he told
                                  In  pleading ,s  and  tremulous  tone,
                               While softly they trod  on  the  blossom-strewn  sod,
                                  And spooned  in  the twilight alone.


                               Then sweetly she  sighed as  she shyly  replied,
                                  With tender  and  fairy-like  mien;
                               She  murmured  the word,  when a war whoop® was  heard
                                 A   rival  had burst3  on  the scene.
                               A  savage  Zulu  to the  trysting place drew,
                                  Demanding1*  his  Cannibal  bride ;
                               But  the  Hottentot said,  with  a  toss  of  his  head,
                                  " I ’ll have thys  degenerate hide! ”
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