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WEDDING - CARDS.

I spent three weeks, last winter, with

The Leighs, - and met this J. P. Smith,

A friend of Amy's brother.

Like ships to Sindbad's loadstone peak,

Both were attracted (so to speak),

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And like said ships were "smashed."

(One likes a good, square simile!)

But somehow Smith was foiled by me

Whene'er our interests clashed.

I saw him watch with jealous glance

His idol, as in rapturous dance

She rested on my arm;

He could n't sing; I could and she!

(Lord, those duets!) 't was plain to see

He meditated harm.

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