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THE MINIATURE. William was holding in his hand, The likeness of his wife Fresh; as if touched by fairy wand, With beauty. grace and life. He almost thought it spoke: He gazed upon the treasure still, Absorbed, delighted and amazed, To view the artists skill. 1.-The picture is yourself, dear Jane, Iris drawn to nature true: Eve kissed it OCT and OCT again, IL is so much like you.'' And has it kissed you back my dear." $ Why-no-iny love, said he. sThen, William, it is very clear, 'Tis not at all hts me 70