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I want her to tiss me and tiss me,
An' tall me her p’ecious XjuIij.

I dess my dear papa will bin’ me
A 'ittle dood titten some day;
Here’s nurse wid my mamma’s new baby;
I wis' she would tate it away.

Oh ! oh ! what tunnin' red fin’ers !
It sees me 'ite out of its eyes ;
I dess we will teep it atid dive it
Some cany whenever it kies.

I dess I will dive it my dolly
To play wid in os’ every day;
An' I dess, I dess— Say, B’idget,
Ask Dod not to tate it away.

LITTLE TOMMIE S FIRST SMOKE.

I 'V E been sick.
Mamma said ’moltin’ was a nasty, dirty, disgraceful habit, and
bad for the window curtains.
Papa said it wasn’t. He said all wise men ’moked, and that it was
good for rheumatism, and that he didn’t care for the window curtains,
not a— that thing what busts and drowns people; 1 forgot its name,
And he said women didn’t know much anyway, and that they couldn’t
reason like men,
So next day papa wasn’t nice a bit—-that day I frew over the
accawarium, and papa ’panked me— and I felt as if T had the rheuma­
tism ever* time I went to sit down, and so I just got papa's pipe and
loaded it and 'moked it, to cure rheumatism where papa ’panked me.
And they put mustard plaster Oil my tummick till they most
burned a hole in it, I guess.