SONG.
Littlo sweetheart, I am going, Timo runs out its falling sand, When the ebbing tide is flowing, And the wind blows oft the land. While in exile o'er the ocean, Dearest, will this bosom be Still a shrine of pure devotion, Consecrated, love, to thee. If Fate wills that I should perish On some distant foreign shore, And from all on earth I cherish I am parted evermore; As within these sweet, caressing, Snowy arms tbat circle me, With my latest breath a blessing I will call from Heaven on thee. — HENRY T. FLETCHER. Kati Kati, July, 1899.
Ik thk Siok Room. — In olden times the preparation of Invalid Beef Tea was a tediojß process ; now the Liebig Co. do the evaporating, and all you have to do is to put the Extract into boiling water and stir. Thousands have been brought safely through illness by its timely aid*
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Otago Witness, Issue 2369, 27 July 1899, Page 49
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150SONG. Otago Witness, Issue 2369, 27 July 1899, Page 49
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