A twilight bower of roses, where in play
Dance little maidens through from light to light.

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER.

[Lord HAWKE's team of Cricketers were beaten at Manheim by
the Philadelphians by eight wickets whereat the _Philadelphia
Ledger_ cockadoodles considerably. The Britishers, however,
won the return match somewhat easily.]

The Yankee Eagle well might squeal and squawk
At having licked the British bird (Lord) HAWKE.
But when that HAWKE his brood had "pulled together,"
That Eagle found it yet might "moult a feather."
Go it, ye friendly-fighting fowls! But know
'Tis only "Roosters" who o'er conquest _crow_!

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HOME SWEET HOME!

(_BY ONE WHO BELIEVES THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE IT._)

[Illustration]

Sweet to return (for home the Briton hankers,
After an exile of two months or so,
Swiss or Italian). Sweet--to find your Banker's