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CUPID.

Dear me how remarkably stupid ! Such a tremendous fuss about that naughty boy Cupid, Who has been in existence from the earliest And out 'of the unfortunate usually takes his wages. Still energetic and busy at work With hia old bow and arrowß, in mischief to hurt, Upon mischievous errands or occupation intent ; And for no other purpose in his bow evev bent. | Ferpotual youth followHhim whore ho goes, Not a sign of gray hairs in himself yet ho shows; But these with doxterity ho can fling Upon his unfortunate subjects, these gray hairs can bring. Hia inventivo imagination is always in calling, And the patienco of his dear ones transformed into squalling ; "Wherever he appears thero is mischief and chatter T',y thoHO whose silence might end the mattor. But they form arrows or instruments to plan, Thereby helping the naughty littlo mau. It Cupid in bont on being unkind, Ho shouldn't have his liberty if thought to bo blind. All the effortH should be to smother Tho intentions of so unsatisfactory a lover, Tno dear f rwnds helpiug to extinguish tho pain, lustoad of using their bellows to blow it into a flnmo. Cupid affects to bo blind. 1 fear he's a cuuning roguo, Bringing troublo to the dwolling whoro he takes his abodo. Siiroly ouo needs the strength of a giant To ro-ti-t the fascinations oi this iciosiatible cliomt. Cupid with dissimulation nnd guile, LKviiip jflancus will give, deceiving all tho while ; This powerful wee hoy, of centuries growth, To all the rare benuties himself is nothiug loth. But I pray you with him no agreement to make, No ordinary tenant is he ; if the tenement ho'll tako, Iv all probability to tho tonoment ho'll work ill, Nor can you bind him your tenant at will. And if his inclination lead him to stay, You'll find it difficult to drive him away ; And if ho is bent upon straying, he'll go Without your permission or letting you know. To my affoctions ho has long beon dead, Ho retired when tho youthful attractions fled ; "When theso attractions winged their flight, Cupid sped after thorn with all his might. A Lunatic.

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Evening Post, Volume XLI, Issue 138, 13 June 1891, Page 2 (Supplement)

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CUPID. Evening Post, Volume XLI, Issue 138, 13 June 1891, Page 2 (Supplement)

CUPID. Evening Post, Volume XLI, Issue 138, 13 June 1891, Page 2 (Supplement)