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Then you strolled along tile terrace,
Saw the summer moonlight pour
AH its radiance on the waters
As they rippled o i l the shore.
Till al length you gathered courage,
When you saw that none were nigh,
And you drew her close and told her
That you loved her. So did I.

Wellj I needn’t ask you further*
And I’m sure 1 wish you joy.
Think I ’ll wander down to see you
When you’re married. E li! my boy?
When the honeymoon is over,
And you're settled down, we’ll try—
What! The deuce you say— rejected?
You rejected ? So was I f

A FLY 'S COGITATJONS.
I WONDER what this man is doing? I’ll just light on his bald
head and 'nce what is going on in his thinkery, W hat! Now,
1 wonder jvhat he slapped liii pate so savagely for? Why, the
man must be orazy. 1 went away just as quick as I saw him raise
his hand. Re illy, he could not complain of that. Maybe he thought
I was intruding; but, if $of he cannot say but that I lit out at his first
hint. But he seems quiet enough now. Maybe his scalp inched or
something, and Ids move had no reference to my being on it, sn 1
guess T will try it a^ain. What a nice old bald head this is, to he
surfij only it’a a trifle slippery. It would make a first-rate skating-
rink ; guess I will try it:. Whew! Why, the man hit his head again.
Funny way he has with him; and, if I hadn’t got out of the way
just as I did, goodness only knows what might have happened to me.
He struck real hard, and if he had hit me, there i* no knowing, but
that lie might have hurt me. But. maybe he hadn’t any idea of hit-
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