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The Fifth of November.

Slight Misunderstanding.

Help Yourself.

A Witness.

"Hark, Hark."

Railway Lines.

Up to Date.

" Sweet and Low."

The Scorcher.

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The Scorcher. I am monarch of all I survey, My right I let no one dispute Let people get out of my way When I warn them by giving a toot. I frighten the fowls from the farms, With goggles I cover my face Ignoring the countrysides's charms, I go as if shot into space. I'm out of the constable's reach Before his authority's shown With a whirr and a rush and a screech I pass ere my number is known. I frighten the beasts of the neld If children too tardily flee I can't pick them up to be healed, Their agony's nothing to me. I leave crippled poultry behind, And swerve not to left or to right; Men curse me, hut I never mind, In a moment I pass from their sight. I scatter dusb over the land And leave a foul stench in the air; There's nothing on earth that's as grand As to go like mad and not care. --+--

His Own Interest.

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-'.-Sunday Services at Prestatyn.

Sunday Services at Meliden.

Sunday Services at Dyserth.

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RAILWAY TIME TABLE FOR NOVEMBER.

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