0A30O  MO URNER.



But wait ! Maybe Gord, when thinkin'

  How po' he'd been himself,

Cotch sight dat gent'man scufflin',

  An' 'lowed fur to see what wealf



Hit mout be de bes' to gin him,

  Ez a Christmas-gif', yo' know;

So he jes' took him up to heaven,

  Whar he carn' be po' no mo'.



An' jes' call his name ag'in, seh.

  flow -IRWIN RUSSELL-SO 

I'se gwvine fur to tell it to Nancy,

  So ef I'd furgit, she'd know.


An' I hopes dey lay him to sleep, seh,

Somewhar, whar de birds will sing

About him de live-long day, seh,

An' de flowers will bloom in Spring.



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