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Our DEVIL, (says an exchange oq-
PERI having fallen victim to the ten
der passion" thus pathoucaiIy iamenls
the absence Of his ''own true love.
think Of lhee, on, Sally, dear,


Ven Use seltin up the types,
And ven | thinks you're lar away,


From my eyes u tear wipes.
Oh. Sally, dear, vot shall d.?


I'n sick Of this ERE life;


If you're not back here VERY soon,


In my heart I'll silk knife.