(_Who had made "Copy" of Me._)
The bright September when we met
My prospects were _not_ over healthy,
Though you were, I do _not_ forget,
Extremely wealthy.
I know not why it chanced to be,
But this I recollect most clearly--
It never once occurred to me
To love you dearly.
'Twas not your fault, so do not vex
Yourself, for I admired your beauty,
Since admiration of your sex
Is Man's Whole Duty.
And thus it came to be our lot
To part without a sign or token;
I went upon my way, but not
The least heart-broken.
My "fatal pride" does not object
At your fair hands to be made verse on;
But p'raps next time you will select--
Some other person!
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UNANSWERABLE.--The Archbishop of CANTERBURY, speaking at Folkestone
last week, said that "The Disestablishment Bill does not need any
answering: it answers itself." An' it please your Grace, if it does
"answer," and answers its purpose, what more can be required of this
Bill or any other?
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THE NEW WEATHER PROVERB.--It never rains--but it snows!
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[Illustration: BRAVE GIRL!
_Millicent_ (_from the country_). "_NOW_, MABEL! LET'S MAKE A DASH!!"]
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