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LOVE AT TWO SCORE.

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LOVE AT TWO SCORE. Ho! preLty page, wi'h dimpled chin. That never has known the barber's shear, All your aim is wo:na:i to win— That is the wav that b>ys begia- Wait till you've come to forty year. Curly gold locks cover foolish brains; Billing and co >ing is a'I your cheer, Sighing and sinking of milni>jht straias, Under Bonnytif'n'j window pane", Wait till > oil ve come to forty year. Forty times over let Christmas pass- Grizzling hair the brain doth clear: Then you know a boy is an ass Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to forty year. Pledge me round I b'd you declare, All good fellows, whose beards are grey, Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome era Even a mouth was passe 1 atlay. The reddest hps that ever have kis-ed, The brightest eyes that ever have s >one, May pray and whisper, and we not list, Or look away and never be missed, Ere yet even a month was gone. Gillian's dead, heaven rest her bier How I loved her twenty years syne Marian'* married, but I >it. hsre Ali\e and merry at forty year, Dipping my nose in t!le Gascon wine THACKERAY.

. WITCH, WATCH, MOTHER!

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A FEW THOUGHTS ON CHRISTMAS

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-' TREDEGAR CATTLE SHOW. .