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A MARKING SYSTEM.

'T is a cold, dark night; but the fire burns bright

Within the Tutor's room.

His basilisk eye roams restlessly,

And his brow is wrapped in gloom.

Yet a cruel smile plays round the while

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That mouth, so large, so grim,

And his baleful leer would awaken fear

In any beholding him.

The state of his table's surprising; some play-bills,

More bills of another kind;

Of cards a neat pack, which one with the knack

Can deal very much to his mind;

A volume in French, which a scandalized bench

Would doom to destruction instanter;

And a bottle of brandy, conveniently handy,

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