- There were verd isles and tender blue of summer skies.
- Maud Muller raked the hay, deny it not, O Judge.
- The bell in ivy tower rings knell of passing day.
- I arrive, King, most gracious sovereign.
- She still wears her old smile—the sweet, modest maiden.
- The mother of Charlie Ross in idle dreams still clasps him.
- We berate our neighbors soundly, but excuse ourselves.
- How famous the cherub in ideal art.
- There will be no confab to-night.
- If he asks your hand, Eliza, do not say nay.
- Be brief; lo, toward life's setting sun, man hastens.
- You've dropped a beet—ho, vender, heigh.
- The dog spies a cat, and it makes his tail wag nervously.
- A beau, berrying, needs a basket and a sweetheart.
- My chop I never eat with peas.
- You have found an egg, lucky boy.
- Liz still improves from day to day.
- Whoever else leaves, the Co. stays in most firms.
- Cattle enjoy herbal feeding grounds.
- I do not care a sou, Sarah, whether you will, or not.
Key to Musicians Buried - Verdi.
- Hayden.
- Bellini.
- Rive King.
- Herold.
- Rossini.
- Weber.
- Cherubini.
- Abt.
- Handel.
- Flotow.
- Beethoven.
- Wagner.
- Auber.
- Chopin.
- Gluck.
- Lizst.
- Costa.
- Balfe.
- Sousa.
Note:—The letters composing the names of the sought-for musicians come successively together but the name may begin and end in different words.
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