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TROUTING.

A HARVARD-WELLESLEY ROMANCE.

Deep in Hugo's "Ninety-Three."

And it also happened, strangely,

That a student, fishing near,

Wandering down the brooklet's border,

Chanced to wander idly here;

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And with stealthy step approaching,

Noiselessly, for trout are shy,

There he softly o'er the edges

Dropped his most successful fly.

Ah, a bite! With eager haste, he

Drew it up with sudden fling;

Then a maiden's voice rose wildly,

"O, my head! You horrid thing!"

And she came, with tears and blushes,

Forth from out the grotto there,

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