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He could  write  upon  the tariff,
                                           And  lie  didn't seem  to  care if
                              lie  was called  off to  review a book  or  write a poem  or two:
                                           He could  boil down  stuff  and edit.
                                           Knew the value  of  a  credit,
                              And could hustle  with the telegraph in  a style excelled by few.


                                           He  could  tell just  how a fire
                                           Should be  handled ;  as  a liar
                              lie  was  sure to exercise  a wise,  discriminative  taste.
                                           He was  mild  and vet  undaunted,
                                           And no  matter  what, was  wanted
                              lie was always sure  to  get  it first, yet never  was  in  haste.

                                           Rut despite  his reputation
                                           As  a brainy aggregation,
                              lie was  known to  be  deficient in  a manner to provoke,
                                           For no matter  when  you  met him
                                           He  would borrow if you  Jet  him,  .
                              And he seemed to have the faculty  of always  being broke.
                                                                                 T om  M asson.


                                             WAKEN'  THE  YOUNG  UNS.

                                    SdJJTlf,—The  old  mail  from the foot of the stairs, 5  A.  M.
                                 B   EE-U LL!  Bee-1111!  O  Bce-ull!  my gracious,
                                         Air you  still  sleepin’ ?
                                         Th1  hour hand's  erccpln’
                                               Hearder  five.
                                    (WaP blast it ef  this  ain’t vexatious !)
                                        Don’t ye  hyar  them  cattle callin’ ?
                                        An’ th’  o?e  red steer a-bawliir ?
                                               Come,  look  alive!
                                                 Git  up I  Git  up t
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