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Ned Farmer's Scrap Book.

To each of this devoted band
He bids farewell, and gives his hand,
Then wends his way;
And as his form fades from their sight,
Towards the Grange, they shout "Good-night!"
And then, "Hooray!"

Not Quixote, when knighted, or Sancho, his squire,
E'er felt for adventure their hearts beating higher
Than did Anthony now, save 'alack! and alack!
A burning desire to turn round and go back.
And a man must be bold
Who turns out in the cold,
To look out for a ghost which he's bound to behold.

One Curtius, a Roman, at least so 'tis said,
Jumped down a vast chasm, which closed o'er his head;
But the leap that he took down that yawning abyss,
(As a daring exploit), was as nothing to this.
For no one would dare,
I should think, to compare
The Roman's rash jump
To the daring of Crump;
Besides people say,
And maintain to this day,
"'Twas no credit to Curtius; for his horse ran away."

A man's not expected to go his best pace
When he has to meet danger, and that face to face;
And the ghost Crump might meet would, for all he knew, take him,