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No !.ho, my boy I’m not a churl, With neither rhyme nor reason ! She is, I grant, as fine a girl As I have seen this season. With sparkles in her radiant eyes, Love lurks in every feature-—. I thought she’d be a glorious prize. The noble looking creature. I saw, and much admired her, when At a soiree la(e I met her, I worshipped with a crowd of men,And longed to know.her better. That feeling soon was gratified, For I was asked to dinner. My rap' are I could scarcely hide— My chance had come to win her. I went—my heart began to thrill As soon as I descried her. We met again, and better still^--h^’ I had the seat beside her. And what Was done, and what was said. It matters not repeating— But muchly “ inwardly I bled" As Miss continued eating ! ■ I thought she never would be done (Of course I did’nt say it, But felt inclined to cut and run For .fear I should betray it). Plate after plate she stowed away With appetite so jolly. I haylnt seen her since that day. And I am cured of—folly. Rakaia. . ,' J. C.,

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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 37, 20 December 1879

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DISENCHANTMENT. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 37, 20 December 1879