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A PICTURE-BOOK
ledge that as a man you are highly respectable!”
A young girl who sat in a corner read in a book:—
To the dust goes the poet’s glory,
And common-place to fame!—
That is the trite old story,
And ’twill ever be the same!
And common-place to fame!—
That is the trite old story,
And ’twill ever be the same!