From the Boston Pearl.
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LOFT IN THE STILLY NIGRT.n DEDICATED BY PERMISSION TO F**$* Aas: c****

 ''To sleep, perchance to dream Az, there's the seratch!"

 Oft in the silly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, : I've felt the bloody bite Of swarming bugs around me. The oaths ard grewls, and bootess acowls, The scratches unavailing, The lamp that shone, now ditnmed and gone, As in the dark Pm wailng.

 Thus in the stiliy night, S1c.

 When 1 remember all The bugs once linked together,

 Eve seen around me fall, When touched with poison feather, feel like one who lies alone, In darkened tormsnts kicking, Yet with a light and feather might His foes lay on the ticking.

 Thus in the stilly night, Ssc.