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The morrow  dawned,  and rosy and  sweet
                                        Came  little  Bess from  her nap.
                                     The  nurse said, " Go  into  mamma's room
                                        And  look in  grandma's lap.”

                                    ,s Come here,”  said  grandma,  with  a smile,
                                        From  the  rocking-chair where she sat.
                                    “ God  has sent you  two  little  sisters;
                                        Now!  What  do  you  think  of that?”

                                     Bess looked at the babies a moment,
                                        With  their wee heads,  yellow  and brown,
                                     And then to  grandma,  soberly  said,
                                       <( Which  one are you  going to  drown ?”




                                                   A  SIMILAR  CASE.

                                      ’T   i X E L L , Jack!   Hear you’ve gone and done
                                        Y V       Yes,  I  know most fellows  \vi!L
                                                Went and tried  it  once rnyself, sir,
                                                  Though,  you  see,  I’m single still,
                                       And you  met her,  did you— tell me—
                                         Down at Nov/port,  last July,
                                      And resolved  to ask  the question
                                         At a soiree!  So  did  I,

                                      I suppose  yon  left. £he hall  room
                                         With its  music  and its light—-
                                      For they  say love’s  flume is brightest
                                         in  the darkness  of  the ft^ht.
                                      Well, you  walked  along together,
                                         Overhead  the .starlit  sky,
                                      And I ’ll  bet,  old  man, confess  it!
                                         You  were  frightened.  So  was  T,
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