. Book of the Royal blue . th th about yer mirrors! I aint seen none like it,No, not half way like expect to, soon. Talk about yer jewels! I aint seen none yitHad a sparkle to em Like th ones that flitCrost th dimplin ripples Of that grand ol about yer jewels! I aint seen none like em,Dono where youd strike em With a simlar gleam. Talk about yer pictures! Aint no painter beenThat could get up paintins With sich colors in;Water that kin ripple. Breezes that kin about yer pictures!I aint seen none expect to, never Half so fine a show. Talk about
. Book of the Royal blue . th th about yer mirrors! I aint seen none like it,No, not half way like expect to, soon. Talk about yer jewels! I aint seen none yitHad a sparkle to em Like th ones that flitCrost th dimplin ripples Of that grand ol about yer jewels! I aint seen none like em,Dono where youd strike em With a simlar gleam. Talk about yer pictures! Aint no painter beenThat could get up paintins With sich colors in;Water that kin ripple. Breezes that kin about yer pictures!I aint seen none expect to, never Half so fine a show. Talk about yer wardrobes! Aint nobody dressedHalf so fine, aint carin If its host or guest;Timbered banks all gaudy, Tellers, reds an about yer wardrobes!Cant nobody dressHalf so fine, I guess. Not in all th towns. Talk about yer travel! I aint rich, but gee!Mirrors, jewels, pictures All belongs t me,Ridin long th river Drinkin in th about yer travel! Maybe theys some placeOn this big worlds face Nicer, but^ LOUDON STRKET FROM THE NORTH. WINCHESTER. VA. WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA. BY MISS KATE WINCHESTER-A magic name thatconjures up many a memory of thecamp and battlefield. All over ourland are gray-haired veterans who wentthere on the weary march, or borne alongin the wild rush of battle, when shot andshell were raining down a deadly shower. Battle-scarred though it be, yet Win-chester is now, as in the olden days, ThePearl of the Shenandoah Valley. It was thegateway through which passed the victo-rious armies of Jackson, Lee and Early,and through which they retreated whenthe tide of war had turned, and it be-came the portal through which the vic-torious Sheridan passed to sweep the valleywith fire and sword. What memories linger about that time,when often the first sunbeams of the daykissed the stars and bars, ere noonday thestars and stripes were floating over the city,and the setting sun illumined the stars andbars again. Over eighty times the citychanged hands du
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