  WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO, MY PRETTY MAID? MRS. THOMPKINS AND MR. HOPKINS. CE COCHON , AN INTERESTING PIG. THIS SHOCKING OLD MAN FROM CAPE RAY. PETER PRADDLE BOUGHT A SADDLE. THE KING IS RETURNING TO PARIS. LOUIS HAD A SISTER TRES-PETITE . Written and Adapted Awake, sweet hope! for she who shares the throne Lends her own merit to make dulness bright, Even as Luna to the insipid drop its light. Xanthine yellow might the aster take for hue, An emerald green the clove carnation crown, Nor could fair England’s rose yet learn to frown. Diadems of humble bloom and royal fleur-de-lis, Rare crowns of love, have crowned her long ago; And ever round her noble brow more intertwined they grow. —M. A. BONNELL July 3rd, 1901. The above lines accompanied the Toronto: With honest pride the rhymer sings Her ancestress’ renown,— Oh, proud the day that gave her birth! And proud her natal town! Oh, may the theme the verse redeem, Of meagre wit and rhyming loose, And win a kind indulgence still For Mary Susan Goose! Entered according to Act of the Dedicated |
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