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SYLVIE AND BRUNO.
"Oh, dear beyond our dearest dreams,
Fairer than all that fairest seems!
To feast the rosy hours away,
To revel in a roundelay!
How blest would be
A life so free——
Ipwergis-Pudding to consume,
And drink the subtle Azzigoom!
"And if, in other days and hours,
Mid other fluffs and other flowers,
The choice were given me how to dine——
'Name what thou wilt: it shall be thine!'
Oh, then I see
The life for me——
Ipwergis-Pudding to consume,
And drink the Subtle Azzigoom!"
"Oo may leave off playing now, Sylvie. I can do the uvver tune much better wizout a compliment."
"He means 'without accompaniment,'" Sylvie whispered, smiling at my puzzled look: and she pretended to shut up the stops of the organ.
