. St. Nicholas [serial]. OLD PORTRAITS. By Sarah M. B. Two childrens portraits, both too shy To speak, stood smiling, face to face.(You would have thought they d like to cryIn such a lonesome place.) They heard the music down below, They saw the Christmas wax-lights glance, And then they wished that they could grow,They wished that they could dance! One portrait took the others hand,—Lightly he led her down the wall; A fly could hardly walk it, andA girl, he said, might fall! OLD PORTRAITS. Into the minuet they walked; Mere moonshine seemed their golden hair,And all the portraits stare

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. OLD PORTRAITS. By Sarah M. B. Two childrens portraits, both too shy To speak, stood smiling, face to face.(You would have thought they d like to cryIn such a lonesome place.) They heard the music down below, They saw the Christmas wax-lights glance, And then they wished that they could grow,They wished that they could dance! One portrait took the others hand,—Lightly he led her down the wall; A fly could hardly walk it, andA girl, he said, might fall! OLD PORTRAITS. Into the minuet they walked; Mere moonshine seemed their golden hair,And all the portraits stared and talked About the pretty pair. 253 WHAT THE OTHER PORTRAITS SAID OF THEM The boy {but he wastaller then,And wore a swordand plume anddo ik)Was quite a fine youngfellow whenKing Charles hidin the oak. As for the little maid,some sayCourt pages held herbridal train,And wet it with theirtears, the dayColumbus sailedfrom Spain.

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