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  How sweet from the depths of my plate to receive it,‘
  As poised on my fork it inclined to my lips !
  eNot a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
  . Though filled with the nectar which Jupiter sips.
  And now, far removed from the loved situation, ‘
  The tear of regret will intrusively swell, t
l>j . As fancy reverts to my father’s plantation°
lg And sighs for the turkey which tasted so well;
  That lovely roast turkey, that tender young turkey,
f That Thanksgiving turkey which tasted so well.
V -—Selccted.
  BLUE EYES. A
  Ah, sweeter to me than songs of the birds
‘_ That herald the sun’s early rise,
Y Or zephyrs that float from the land of the nymphs, .
  . Is the glance in my darling’s blue eyes.
  s Ah better, far better, than hoards of pure gold, ,
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 § And fairer than stars ever shine,
  Is the glance that comes from the bonnie blue eyes, »
  And tells me 1ny darling is mine.
§ -—E:rchcmlgc.
, n He was a sawyer; blind was he, ’
" That was his only flaw ; »
` And, though nobody eve1· saw him see,
ti Many l1ave seen him saw. —
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