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Now mind, But if it rains: then how? and where?
He'll call on you to-morrow at eleven,

and when? And beg that you will dine with us at And how about the green umbrella then?

seven; If, when He calls, you see that He has got

LIVELY SHEPHERDESS. His green umbrella, then you'll know Then He 'll be Wet, that's all, for if I He'll not

don't Be going to the House, and you'll decline, Choose He should take it, why, of course! But if He hasn't it, you'll come and dine. you goose! he won't.

Frederick Locker.

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SHE pass'd up the aisle on the arm of her Beautiful Bride! So meek in thy splendour, sire,

So frank in thy love, and its trusting surA delicate lady in bridal attire,

render, Fair emblem of virgin simplicity;

Departing you leave us the town dim! Half London was there, and, my word, May happiness wing to thy bower, unsought, there were few

And may Nigel, esteeming his bliss as he That stood by the altar, or hid in a ought, pew,

Prove worthy thy worship,-confound But envied Lord Nigel's felicity.


Frederick Locker.

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