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LINES ON LEAP-YEAR, ETC.
| LINES ON LEAP-YEAR. |
Hark I hear a sound of croaking; |
| Punch. |
| TO M. A. T. |
We are bereft! O, lovely and beloved! |
| Annie F. Wildman |
| Transcript. |
| THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE. |
Out from the city's giant roar, |
| Austin Dobson |
| Good Words. |
| DREAM OF A SPELLING-BEE |
Menageries where sleuth-hounds caracole. |
| Punch. |
| CHRISTMAS. |
Under green boughs our Christmas keeping, |
| M. E. S. |
| Spectator. |