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Nothing Lo comb but hair,
Nowhere to sleep but in bed,
Nothing to weep but tears,
Nothing to bury but dead.

Nothing to sing but songs,
A 3i, well, alas! Alack 3
Nowhere to go but out.
Nowhere to come but ba.de.

Nothing to see but sights,
Nothing to quench but thirst,
Nothing to have but what we’ve got,
Thus through life we are cursed.

Nothing to strike but a gait,
lively thing moves that goes.
Nothin? at all but common sense
o-
Cc.ii ever withstand these woes.

THE WRONG TRAIN.
T "T’E- had been to toivn-meeting, had once voyaged alumdred miles
jfot on a. steamboat and had a brother who had made the overland
trip to California.
She had been to quiltings, funeral sf and a circus or two ; and she
knew a woman who thought nothing of setting out 011 a railroad
journey where she had to wait fifteen minutes at a junction and change
cars at a depot.
So I found them,—a cosy-loo king old couple, sitting up very
straight in their seat, and trying to act Hire old railroad travellers, A
shadow of anxiety suddenly crossed her face; she became uneasy, and
directly she asked:
“ Pbiletus, I act’lly b’Kevc we’vf: went and took the wrong train tf’
“ It can't be, nohow,” he replied, seeming a little startled. <f Didn't
I ask the conductor, and he said we was right? "