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[Illustration: TAKEN ON TRUST.

_Viscount Conamorey_ (_whose recollections of the antique are somewhat
hazy_). "AW--A--WHAT BEAUTIFUL ARMS AND HANDS YOU'VE GOT, MRS.
BOUNDER! THEY REMIND ME OF THE VENUS OF MILO'S!"

_Mrs. B._ (_who has never even seen the Venus of Milo_). "_OH_! YOU
_FLATTERER_!"]

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AN INVOCATION.

(_BY A TOWN MOUSE._)

[Illustration]

Come back to Town! Why wander where
The snow-clad peaks arise?
Our English sunsets are as fair,
With red September skies.
Soft is the matutinal mist
Through which the trees loom brown;
Come back, if only to be kist,--
Come back to Town!

For evermore, in days like these,