IN MEMORY OF.
In memory Of all the noble deeds we meant to do While our young Life throbbed like a triumph song; When in that long-loet childhood, pure and true, We knew no wrong 1 In memory Of sweet pale buds that never came to flower, Of wild flowers trodden down by careless feet ; Of starry blooms that withered ere the »hower Fell cool and sweet. In memory Of all things beautiful our eyes have miased ; Moonlight on summer's seas, the Bunset's glow, The first pink flush when Dawn, the mountains hissed And gilt the snow. In memory Of Love that left an ever-present pain, Of dear, dead folded hands, and'sweet olosed eyes— Remembering Love will give them back again In paradise 1 — Vioikt M. King, In Murray's Magazine.
— New Salesman: "What are you all laughing at ? I don't see anything funny in that story." Old Salesman (in a whisper) : "It's old Spotcash, the proprietor, that's telling it." New Salesman (loudly) : " Ha, ha, ha ! "
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Otago Witness, Issue 1916, 6 November 1890, Page 34
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165IN MEMORY OF. Otago Witness, Issue 1916, 6 November 1890, Page 34
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