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Slit: leaves me open when she will,
Till I ’m sick of clirl and things;
Of pins and liair I have got: my fill,
And of buttons, hooks and strings.
There's a foLit1-leaf clover in me, too,
And a piece of a photograph ;
I'm stuffed completely through and through
With toothpicks, cloves and chaff.

My hands are twisted to and fro,
I ’m thumped and jarred, alack I
And then, if I fail to straightway go,
Fin pounded front and back.
With her hat-pin all rny wheels she'll pry,
Til! she breaks them, every one,
And then she'll say ; 11 I don’t see why
This mean old thing won't run!”

AN INCOMPLETE REVELATION.

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V TH TLE Quaker folks were Quakers still, some fifty years ago,
W When coats were drab and gowns were plain and speech was
staid and slow,
before Dame Fashion dared suggest a single friz or curl,
There dwelt, mid Penfield's" peaceful shades, ail old-time Quaker i^hl.

Rtith Wilson’s garb was of her sect Devoid4 of furbelows,
She spoke rebuke13 to vanity from bonnet to her toes ;
Sweet red bird was she. all disguised in feathers of the dove,
With dainty foot and perfect form and eyes that dreaml of '.ova.

Sylvan us Moore, a bachelor of forty years or so,
A quaintly pious, weazened soul, with beard and hair of tow
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