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So  quietly am  passing b y!
                                Your  head  or mine! ”   A  thundering- stroke;
                                The  cracking; horns  iriet crashing  oak!

                                Then  came  a  dull  and  muffled sound,
                                And  something rolled along the ground,
                                Got  up,  looked sad.  appeared to  say :
                                “ Your  head's  Loo hard!”  and limped away
                                 Quite humbly, in a rumpled  coat—
                                 A   dirtier  and a wiser go at!
                                                              J ohn  T o w n sen d  T r o w b r id g e.



                                          THE  McSWATS  SW EAR  OFF.

                           [W ithout speaking the word  "p u ff11  imitate the puff  of  one stnoking.]
                         ■y  O JBELIA,  my  love,  another  long-  and  delightful  evening  is
                          \  j   before  us.”
                                   The  young  husband  was  arrayed  in  a  dressing-gown of
                      gorgeous, variegated  and  dazzling complexion.      He sat in  a  luxurious
                      armchair  and  rested  his  tired  feet  on  the  soft  plush  cushions  of two
                      other chairs.   In  his  hand he  held a  magazine  of large print which  lie
                      was  trying  laboriously to  read  with  the  aid  of  an  eye-glass  he  had
                      purchased  under  the  deep  and  solemn  conviction  that his  position  in
                      society  required  him  to  use something of the kind.
                         " I s   there  anything  else  I  can  do  for  your  comfort,  Billiger?"
                      tenderly  inquired  the  young  wife.
                         “ I think  not,  Lobelia/’  he  replied  after  considering a few moments;
                      " though  if  you  will  kindly  open  that  package  of  1 Lone  Jack ’  and
                      put the  smoking set  within reach  I  shall  be  obliged.”
                         Mrs.  McSwat did  so,  and  with  her own  fair  hands  she filled  his  new
                      meerschaum,  whose  bowl  was  already taking  a  brownish  tinge  that
                       gave promise  of  richer and  grander result in  the  happy future.
                         "Y o u   don’t  know,  Lobelia  (pud),  how  gratefully  I  (puff)  appre­
                       ciate  your (puff)  kindness  in interposing  no objection  to  my indulgence
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