07 Dec




















What ! Should he pit his single brain Against a charge so very plain, Set forth in such big letters, too ? Ah, no : he felt it must be true. am LOCAL LTKTCS. When thus cut off, as with a Iciiife, From all his long and well-spent, lifo, Poor Stickle sous^ht a living tomb Within a monastery's gloom. THE EIYAL'S YENaEANCE. Dedicated to the Leeds Highivay Committee. O Love, to-day I sing Of thee, thou fairy guost. And how thy treml)ling wing Once sought a maiden's breast : Her name, Matilda Ann, And thy soft rosy links Fast bound her to a man (One James Ehjah Biuks). The path seemed bright and fair, And free from sorrow's shade, Whereon this guileless pair In Love's sweet morning strayed. But while Jaines wooed his bride, Did no keen eye — alack !— Observe a serpent glide Across the lovers^ track?

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