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That's all about

Flynn of Virginia.
That lets me out.

Here in the damp,–
Out of the sun,-

That 'ar derned lamp
Makes my eyes run.
Well, there, I'm done!

But, sir, when you'll
Hear the next fool

Asking of Flynn,-
Flynn of Virginia,

Just you chip in,

Say you knew Flynn ;
Say that you 've been 'yar.


So you've kem ’yer agen,

And one answer won't do?
Well, of all the derned men

That I've struck, it is you.
O Sal! 'yer 's that derned fool from Simpson's, cavortin'

round 'yer in the dew.
Kem in, ef you will.

Thar,-quit! Take a cheer.
Not that; you can't fill

Them theer cushings this year,-
For that cheer was my old man's, Joe Simpson, and they

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, -
With no baird to his face,

Nor a snap to his eyes,
And nary-Sho! thar! I was foolin',- I was, Joe, for

sartain, don't rise.

Sit down. Law! why, sho!

I'm as weak as a gal,
Sal! Don't you go, Joe,

Or I'll faint,--sure, I shall.
Sit down, - anywheer, where you like, Joe,- in that

cheer, if you choose,-Lord, where's Sal!

“ JIM.”
Say, there ! P'raps
Some on you chaps
Might know Jim Wild ?
Well, no offence:
Thar aint no sense
In gettin' riled!

Jim was my chum

Up on the Bar:
That's why I come

Down from up yar, Lookin' for Jir Thank ye, sir ! You Aint of that crew,

Blest if

you are !

Money ?-Not much;
That aint my

kind : I ain't no such.

Rum ?-I don't mind, Seein' it's you.

Well, this yer Jim.

you know him ?
Jess 'bout your size;
Same kind of eyes ?
Well, that is strange :

Why, it's two year

Since he came here, Sick, for a change.

Well, here's to us:

The h-you say !

Dead ?
That little cuss ?

What makes you star, -
You over thar ?
Can't a man drop
's glass 'n yer shop
But you must rar'?

It wouldn't take

Dmuch to break You and your bar.

Dead !
Poor-little-Jim !
- Why, thar was me,
Jones, and Bob Lee,
Harry and Ben, -
No-account men:
Then to take him !

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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



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“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

that's less."

“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

no whit.

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s Why, you do not at best know her name.

And what if I try

your ideal

With something, if not quite so fair, at least more en règle and

real ?


“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 ?”

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