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Would a  Golgusoff's  granddaughter  be a fit bride
                                 For a nephew  of  Maximovitch?:|
                                          A

                             “ I care not a kopeck !”  he said.  "  In  my  droshky
                                 I  have you  safe  now,  and  I  laugh
                               At the  wealth  of  a Klitkin  or Overhaul oshki,
                                 Gojavriik,  or  Pulkrtedoff.


                             "You  are worth  more to itie than  the  gold  of Sli.igmi.skij
                                  Brakemupski,  or  Sumaraltoff!
                               Katina  Pojakaroulski,  itJs  riskyr
                                  But  I ’m  going  to  carry  you  o ff!”


                               And  this  is  the  way young  Sawinilegoff
                                  Put an  end to all  further  discussion,
                               ’Twas  01  simpler proceeding  to  carry  her off
                                  Than to  go  on  courting in  Russian.





                                               PAT’S  LOVE  LETTER.
                               I  T'S  Patrick  Colin,  myself  and  no  other,
                                    That's  after informin’ you  without any bother,
                                    That your own darlin’  self  lias put me  heart in a blaze
                               And made  me your sweetheart the  rest of  me days.
                               And now  I  sits  down to write ye litis  letter.
                               To tell  how  I  loves ye,  as  none  can  W c better.
                               Mony’s the  day,  sure,  since first  I  >;oL smitten
                               Wid  yer own  purCv  face,  that's  bright  as  a kitten's,
                               And yer iiltigant  linger, that’s  just the  right  size ;
                               Faith!  I’m  all  over iii  love  wid yer  clear  up  tili  me eyes.
                               You  won’t think  me desavin’,  or tellin’  a He,
                               If  I  tell  who’s  in  love wid  mo, just ready  to die.
                               There's  Bridget  Me Cretan,  full  of  cokttish  tricks,
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