ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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Let the flying car with its laundering jar,
Roll on DER the level rail,
And the proud ships lave DER the mountain
wave,
As she yields to the swelling sail.
But never for me the deceitful sea,
Or the wheeling and crashing train,
When my FIRST is near and cold and clear,
Lies the snow on the frozen. plain.
When the bounding ship DER the waters skip,
To the lands that it dwelt of yore,
And the seamen's ear drinks in with fear,
The voice Of the viewless shore.
Mid the lightning fash and the breakers dash,
My NEXT to. the swinging boom,
In that dangerous hour as saving power,
Comes echoing through the gloom.
Let the Southern boast of the tuneful host,
Of the bird among the bowers.
Where the sun looks down with never froWn,
On the flush of eternal flowers.
There's music yet which he hath not met,
More sweet than his ear may know,
In the thrilling swell Of the silvery spell,
My WHOLE spreads o'er the snow.


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u s. Hotel Penn Avenue