hears the wonderful music, and he knows that ever and ever, so long as
she rides,

"She will have music wherever she goes."

He has become enraptured with the glowing vision, and now, as he lays
down his pen his eyes flash and his cheeks burn with poetic fire. How
happy his mother will be to hear the result of his afternoon's labor!
Rejoicing he descends, taking with him the precious verse, and proudly
begins to read it to his appreciative audience. Falteringly he
commences, but, warming with the subject, his spirits rise, till at the
last line he triumphantly waves the paper over his head, looks around
for applause, and sees----his mother lying on the floor in a dead faint.

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Pen and Sword.

"War to the knife!" is the cry of the Paris _Siècle_. This is merely a
cry from a Pen-knife, of course; but then it is sure to be heard by the
Butcher-knife.

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Nurse Wanted.

We understand that there will shortly be a "Birth" at WALLACK'S.

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