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That's all about
Flynn of Virginia.
Here in the damp,–
That 'ar derned lamp
But, sir, when you'll
Asking of Flynn,-
Just you chip in,
Say you knew Flynn ;
SIMPSON'S BAR, 1858.
And one answer won't do?
That I've struck, it is you.
round 'yer in the dew.
Thar,-quit! Take a cheer.
Them theer cushings this year,-
don't make such men about 'yer.
He was tall, was my Jack,
And as strong as a tree.
Thar's his gun on the rack,
Just you heft it, and see. And you come a courtin' his widder. Lord ! where can
that critter, Sal, be?
You'd fill my Jack's place ?
And a man of your size, -
Nor a snap to his eyes,
sartain, don't rise.
Sit down. Law! why, sho!
I'm as weak as a gal,
Or I'll faint,--sure, I shall.
cheer, if you choose,-Lord, where's Sal!
Jim was my chum
Up on the Bar:
Down from up yar, Lookin' for Jir Thank ye, sir ! You Aint of that crew,
you are !
Money ?-Not much;
kind : I ain't no such.
Rum ?-I don't mind, Seein' it's you.
Well, this yer Jim.
you know him ?
Why, it's two year
Since he came here, Sick, for a change.
Well, here's to us:
What makes you star, -
It wouldn't take
Dmuch to break You and your bar.
HALF AN HOUR BEFORE SUPPER. "So she’s here, your unknown Dulcinea—the lady you met on
the train, And you really believe she would know you if you were to meet
her again ?” “Of course,” he replied, “she would know me; there never was
womankind yet Forgot the effect she inspired. She excuses, but does not forget.” “Then you told her your love ?” asked the elder ; while the younger looked up with a smile :
a "I sat by her side half an hour-what else was I doing the while ?
What, sit by the side of a woman as fair as the sun in the sky, And look somewhere else lest the dazzle flash back from your own
to her eye? “No, I hold that the speech of the tongue be as frank and as
bold as the look, And I held up myself to herself—that was more than she got from
her book.” “Young blood !” laughed the elder; "no doubt you are voicing
! the mode of to-day : But then we old fogies at least gave the lady some chance for delay
“There's my wife—(you must know)—we first met on the
journey from Florence to Rome; It took me three weeks to discover who was she, and where was
her home; "Three more to be duly presented; three more ere I saw her
again; And a year ere my romance began where yours ended that day on
the train.” “Oh, that was the style of the stage-coach; we travel to-day by
; express ; Forty miles to the hour," he answered, "won't admit of a passion
“But what if you make a mistake?” quoth the elder. The
younger half sighed. “What happens when signals are wrong or switches misplaced ?"
he replied. “Very well, I must bow to your wisdom,” the elder returned,
“ but submit Your chances of winning this woman your boldness has bettered
s Why, you do not at best know her name.
And what if I try
With something, if not quite so fair, at least more en règle and
“Let me find you a partner. Nay, come, I insist-you shall fol
low-this way. My dear, will you not add your grace to entreat Mr. Rapid to
“My wife, Mr. Rapid-Eh, what? Why, he's gone-yet he said
he would come. How rude! I don't wonder, my dear, you are properly crimson
and dumb ?”