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A TALE FOR THE TIMES.

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I told the truth. A cruel smile

Lit up the elder Tozer's features,

As if he said, "You 're sharp, sir, but

I know a little game to beat yours!"

He took his hat, unbent his brow,

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And said, "I may find Thomas now."

I lied. I told him T. recited

From nine till one. He did not doubt it,

But had some business in town,

And thought he 'd better be about it.

Just at the door he turned him round,

And murmured, "Boy, I read by sound!"

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Please, printer, here insert some stars!

For Tozer pere turned out a Tartar;

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