THE BROWNIES IN ARABIA.

    

And we may this exploit
regret
Before the morrow’s sun
has set.
For many a one,
old dames have said,
Has tossed through night
a restless head,
The only sleepless one
in town,
Because on pillows made
of down,
That cruel fingers had
plucked loose
To music of the squawking
goose.”
Another said: “The fact
1s clear ;
There is a tinge of mischief

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