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...many a year My grandmama has said— Poor old lady—she is dead Long ago; That he had a Roman none, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now...upon his chin Like a staff', And a crook is in his hack, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here, But...

...personification of that beautifully descriptive poem of HOLMES, ' The Last Leaf:' ' Bur now hie nose ia thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff; And...in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.' ' Oh, Epictetus !' I exclaimed to myself, ' can Time gnaw and corrode like this V The old man tottered...

...ng-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin...in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. But now he walks the streets, I know it is a sin And he looks at all he meets For me to sit and grin...

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...many a yeat On the tomb. " My grandmamma has said. Poor old lady she is dead Long ago, That he had n Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow....it rests upon his chin, Like a staff. And a crook iu his back, And a melancholy crack In his liragh. " I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him...

...Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone.' ****** -" Now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin,...in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh." In short, on a fine bathing day, during the season, no more complete epitome of society could be found...