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He thought he’d never get them full,
They were so strangely deep;
So, standing there upon a chair,
He took a hasty peep :
Young Johnny Sired:, the little cheat,
Had watched his lucky chance,
And to the stockings, at the top,
Had pinned his pair of oants.
H unky D a v e n p o r t,

LITTLE DORA’S SOLILOQUY.

I T A N 'T see what our baby boy is dood for anyway;
He don't know how to walk or talk, he don’t know howto play.;
He tears up ev'ry single zing he posser-bil-ly tan,
An1 even tried to break, one day, my mamma’s bestest fan.
He’s Ei S’ays tumblin’ Jbout ze floor, ail' gives us awful scares,
An' when he goes to bed at night, he never says his prayers.

On Sunday, too, he musses up my go-lo-mcetin’ clothes,
A n1 once I foun1 him hard at work a-pinc’in1 Dolly’s nose;
A n’ zc uzzcr day zat naughty boy (now what you s'pose you zink7';
Upset a dreat big bottle of my papa's writiri’ Ink;
A n’, 'stead ofkvin' dood an' hard, as coursc he ought to done,
He laughed, and kicked his head ’most off, as zo he zought ‘twas fun,

lie even tries to reach up high, an' pull zings offze shelf.
A n’ he's al'ays wantin' you, of course, just when you want you'self.
I rather dess, I really do, from how he pulls my turls,
Zev all was made a-purpose for to ’noy us little dirks ;
A nr I wish zere wasn't no such zing as naughty baby hoys—
W hy— why; zat’s him a-kyin’ now; he makes a drefiful noise,
I dess I better run and see, tor if he has— boo-hool
Felled down ze stairs and killed his-self, whatever s-s-s'all 1 dot