He'll surely sting your I.

Now in a grave, L deep in Q,
She's cold as cold can B;
Whilst robins sing upon A U,
Her dirge and LEG.

_New Monthly Magazine_.

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LINES SENT WITH A GOOSE.


"When this you see,
Remember me,"
Was long a phrase in use,
And so I send
To you, dear friend,
My proxy. "What?" A goose!


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THE GATHERER