WIT AND HUMOUR. THE NEW ARRIVAL.
There camo to porb last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of Tigging on ; I looked, and looked, and laughed \ It seemed' so curious that she Should cross the unknown water And moor herself right in my room— My daughter I 0, my daughter I Yet by these presents witness all, She's welcomo fifty times, And comes consigned to Hope and Love And common-metre rhymes. Sho has no manifest but this, No flag floats o'er the water ; She's too new for the British Lloyds— My daughter ! O, my daughter ! Ring out, wild bells, and tame ones, too, Ring out the loner's moon, Ring in the little worsted socks, Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the inuso, ring in the nurse,; Ring in the milk and water ; Away with paper, pen, and ink ! My daughter ! O, my daughter ! — GeOrgo W. Cable.
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Evening Post, Volume LX, Issue 102, 27 October 1900, Page 2 (Supplement)
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151WIT AND HUMOUR. THE NEW ARRIVAL. Evening Post, Volume LX, Issue 102, 27 October 1900, Page 2 (Supplement)
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