THE BROWNIES IN RUSSIA.

Some stand to guard the ruler’s bed,
More watch. his baker make the bread,
For fear some poison he might throw
With vengeful hand amid the dough;
More watch the chemist while he tries

 

The coffee that the cook supplies;
The horse is guarded on all sides

On which the Czar at morning rides,
For fear they ’d deck it well at night:
With cartridges of dynamite

To scatter him around the street

The moment that he takes his seat.”

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At times up to the ears in snow
They struggled through a valley low,
And only that the band possessed
Endurance equal to the best,
Some place like that to-day would hold
The bones of every Brownie bold.

- Of Moscow, as they hurried through

 

eS The land, the Brownies gained a view.
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