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JANUARY l, 1887. Once more upon his yearly visit comes The Carrier Boy-greetng his friends again. Inc sea ot lime around us ever booms, HurIlng It's days-the waves of that vast main Upon it's sbores:s-Amd the deep, dark olooms Of it's unfathomed depths there is a train Ot ghost-iike shades, the dead, departed years; And now another to it's depths careers.