DE MORTUIS NILNSIBONUM.
She was not wife nor sister unto me, And yet I would that softly she should lie ; And yet I would that never passer-by Breathe o’er her grave one word of calumny. A wanton butterfly, striped gaudily ; An hour’s plaything, made of tinsel gold. I do not grieve because the heart lies cold," For it has never throbbed one throb for me. Yet, somewhere ou the great discordant earth, - One note is stilled that answered to her touch And one has grieved for her—if overmuch ’ Or but a little—showing she had worth. So leave her very quiet on her bier; Mark not the headstone with one finger-stain ! Who knows? Some day she, too, may wake again, And live the whiter for her suffering here. — M. Burki.ngshaw, in the ‘ Australasian.’,
Mrs Kelly: “So th’ doother aid ye owld roan bod * looomotor-afaxis’ ? An 1 phat th’. divil moight thot be?” Mrs Casey: “ Tbol’a paralysis of th’ mooscles thot a toon walks wid.” Mrs Kelly : “ Bebivins ! ‘an’ thot looks to me loike a high-toned name for a plain droonk.”
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DE MORTUIS NILNSIBONUM., Evening Star, Issue 10441, 9 October 1897, Supplement
DE MORTUIS NILNSIBONUM. Evening Star, Issue 10441, 9 October 1897, Supplement
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