Our young folks [serial] . w me ! (Shakes Loftons hand.)You have got rich out there in California, I hear. Rejoiced, I am sure ! Mr. Chip-pie, I congratulate you ! (Shakes Mr. hand.) I beg you will continue to occupythis house as long as you please. H. L. As you have warned him out once, Mr. Chippie notifies you in return thathe leaves your house within an hour. I have better lodgings already provided forhim. Come, Father Chippie ! I have a carriage at the door. You must take yourrheumatism out of this damp, unwholesome house the first thing. (Lifts Mr. C. up.) Mr. C. Edward ! is nt this w
Our young folks [serial] . w me ! (Shakes Loftons hand.)You have got rich out there in California, I hear. Rejoiced, I am sure ! Mr. Chip-pie, I congratulate you ! (Shakes Mr. hand.) I beg you will continue to occupythis house as long as you please. H. L. As you have warned him out once, Mr. Chippie notifies you in return thathe leaves your house within an hour. I have better lodgings already provided forhim. Come, Father Chippie ! I have a carriage at the door. You must take yourrheumatism out of this damp, unwholesome house the first thing. (Lifts Mr. C. up.) Mr. C. Edward ! is nt this wonderful ? Landlord. Good day ! good day, friends ! Ed. You have two to lean on now, father !on the other.) Mr. C. My son Edward ! my son Hany ! H. L. No, its simple justice, since —one good turn always deserves another. [ They go T. Trowbridge. (Goes out, bowing obsequiously.)(Supports him on one side; LOFTON This is too much ! too much, Harry ! ILLUSTRATED REBUS.— the Czar would like for his dinner. *5-. C. Clinton. 1872.] The Evening Lamp. 123 CHARADE My the rolling prairie, Within the valley deep,In forest and in meadow, Upon the mountain steep,Around the rich mans villa, Around the poor mans shed,To children and dumb creatures dear, Be thou alive or dead. My what a greedy mouth is here !*T is truly stretched from ear to master feeds you all the day;You never seem to bid him stay. — No. 16. The whole of autumns golden storeYou gladly take, and gape for , freely as you thus receive,With equal freedom do you give. My third, or good-morning, pretty fellow !Clad in suit of brown and eyes I ve seldom seen,Knees and elbows rather much exercise I fearFor this season of the ! you cant a moment stay ?Skip away, then, skip away! Laura D. Nichols. ILLUSTRATED RE B U S. —No. 17.
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