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for breakfast    Conductors  all  of pious  and  respectable parentage,  and
                          fires  kept  up  constantly.   Come  along,  sir.
                           No.  i  takes  No.  4.  by  the  left  shoulder.  No.  2  takes  him  by  the  right
                             shoulder,  and  No, j   takes  him  by  the  coat-tail   In  concert  they  all
                             pnilt  and say ;

                             Come  ’.vitli  me,  sir.

                                         They  all ease  up,  and each  says  to the others :
                             Let  ro  of this  aentleman.
                                  O
                                             l?
                                                       'Then  they all ask:

                             To  wliat point  rue  you  going?
                             N o.  4— (ioi r, g to  Ma ria,
                           lio.ch  one  of  the  agents  jerks  out a  railroad map  and studies  it  intently.
                             After looking on  the  map severed minutes,  cach locks at the  others  and
                             then,  at No.   and asks :

                             W h ere  is  M aria?
                             No.  4— Where  is  Maria ?    W hy  I a’pose  she’s  to  hum,   Maria  is
                           my wife,  and  lives  six  miies  east  of town.



                                                    ROMEO  AND  JULIHT.
                                                         Balcony  Scene.

                              R omko,— lie  jests  at scars that,  never  felt  a wound.

                                       _T i.: i.. i ",t  appears  on  the  Balcony,  and  sits  dawn.
                           But  soft!   W hat  light  through  yonder  win flow  breaks!
                           It  is  the east,  and  Juliet  is the  sun !
                           Arise,  fair  sun,  and  kill the  envious  moon,
                           Who  is  already  side and  pale  with  £rief,
                           That  thou,  her  nraid,  art  far  more  fair than  she,
                           “  It  is  m y  Indy  ;  Oh I  it  is  m y  love :
                           Oh,  that  she knew  she  were]1’
                           She  speaks,  yet  she  says  nothing:  what  of  that?
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