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fl Y o li l'  rfact’s  coming,  is  lie?  Ts  that him  1  see
                      Just bobbing behind  the  ould  black-thorn tree?
                      Why,  that's  Paddy  McGinn”— (iO h !J’  said  Kate  with  a sneer,
                     “ You  have  got your eyes  open  at  last,  Dickie  dear;
                      Wei!,  he’s  coming to  meet  mo— now  listen,  my  lad:
                      If  Paddy should  kiss  me,  sure,  won’t you  be  glad?
                      For when  his  lips  meet  mine,  why,  what will  I  do
                      But  shut both  my eyes,  Dickie, and  fancy  'tis you.”



                                          THE  GLORIOUS  FOURTH.

                             TS  an  everlasting pity that the youngsters  in  the dty
                                Cannot  celebrate the  lesson  which we gave  to  George  the
                                        Third;
                   When  the  Nation  had to  sit on  the insufferable  Briton—
                              Why,  it’s  scandalous.   What  ai's  the  city fathers,  anyhow?
                              The old  town  won't  burn  up.  A  conflagration or two  would
                              help  to  make things  lively,  and  would  rouse  the  Fire  De*
                              partment  from  its  chronic  state  of  innocuous  desuetude.  I ’ll
                              load  up  with  at!  sorts  of  explosives,  and  my youngsters can
                              be patriotic in  the  back  lot—•
                   And  we’ll  have the biggest  jubilee the  neighbors  ever heard/'


                   So  he loaded  up  his  pockets,  with torpedoes  an cl  with  rockcts,
                   And  a do^en  packs  of  crackers  tucked  away beneath  his arm.
                   Devil chasers,  squibs  and  fizzes,  every tiling that pops  and  whizzes—*
                              And,  on  the  morning  of  the  Fourth,  he  distributed  frbom
                             among  his  offspring  with  a  lavish  hand.  They  blew  up
                              miniature  fortifications;  defeated  the  British  one  by  one;
                             constructed  a  Vesuvius  or  two,  and  were  wildly  happy
                              until,  accidentally  or  otherwise, a  pack  of  crackers  went  olT
                             in  the  old  man's  coat  pocket,  and  they  had  to  turn  the
                              garden  ho~e  on  him  before—■
                   lie   recovered his composure  or  dispelled his  'wife's  alarm.
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