I heaped his feet with gold;
He changed, and said the moon might not be sold.
Then I was angry that with moons to sell
He thought he had the right
To keep that one. Those who were lent to us
Had written the brief notes they sent to us
When it shone out at night.
I caught it to my heart and held it tight.
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"Twenty Students Require clean, respectable Board-Residence; would
not object to Share Bed."--_Provincial Paper._
They should have lived in the days of Og, the King of Basan; his
bedstead _was_ a bedstead.
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"Calcutta.
During the past few weeks several parties of Afghan merchants and
traders have settled up their affairs and come into India. In
order to avoid being questioned by British poets in the
Khyber, they have entered this country by way of the Sissobi
pass."--_Indian Paper._
Some of our poets are notoriously curious, and we are hardly surprised
to learn that the Afghans could not "abide their question."
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[Illustration: A COCK-AND-BULL STORY.]
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THE LANGUAGE DIFFICULTY.
"The jolly part about an island where there are no towns and no
railways," said Willoughby, "is that you have thrills of excitement as
to where you will sleep next night or eat your next meal.
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