I "abdicate" my crown to thee,
My bright and noble boy;
"Bequeath" the glories I had "planned"
To bring thee light and joy.
Oh, let no false and dark "design"
"Encroach" thy wide domain.
But prayerfully "foresee" the ill,
And make thy footsteps plain.
Then shall a "glory" from the sky,
Fair "hero," fall on thee,
And weapons in "impassioned" hands
Ne'er place in "jeopardy"
The noble "King" that I have crowned
With "laurel" and with gold,
But blessings from the good and great
My darling boy infold.
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We direct the attention of the C. Y. P. R. U. to Mrs. Herrick's
illustrated article, entitled "A Flowerless Flour Garden," which will be
found intensely interesting; also to a short article called "A Little
Orphan," and to a descriptive account of the Game of Cricket.
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