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f< Der times  vos  dull,  my  butcher  boy,
                                          Der market vos  no  good,
                                       Uriel  if  I  sell”-— I  squeezed  tier  handt
                                          To show  I  understood.


                                       Next  day— oxcoose  my biinv  tears—■
                                                               w>
                                                                     ?
                                          Dot  shtocking  took  a shrink ;
                                       I  counted  out twelve  hundred  ill
                                          f)<:r cleanest  kind  o1  chink.


                                       Und  later,  by  two  days  or more,
                                          Dot vidder  shlopes avay ;
                                       Und  leaves  a  note behindt  lor  me
                                          In  vhtch  dot  vidder say :


                                     “ D ear.  S itake i
                                                  Der  rose  vos  redt,
                                                    Der violet blue—
                                                 You  see  Fve  left,
                                                    Und you’re left, too ! "





                                                     BE  BRAVE.

                                    T   y H E N   sudden  cry  shall  rend the air
                                              That hardest heart  would  move,
                                           Be  ready then  to  rush  to her,
                                              Your gallantry to prove,
                                    When  her eyes  dilate with  horror,
                                       And  her cheek  doth  pale  with  fear,

                                    And you  think  that  some  torpedo
                                       Has exploded very near,
                                    Do not send  for some  quack  doctor,
                                       Nor for a vinaigrette*
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