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THE SARCASM OF DESTINY.*

"Can you tell what kind of tales Aristophanes used to write?"

'Your pronunciation's faulty, Aristophanes is right."

Disgusted, Father Carter went up stairs, but not to rest;

He slammed the doors and shutters till the servants were distressed;

At last the verdant caller took his hat and said good night;

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Then Bella sought her father with anxiety and fright.

'Pray who's that stupid tradesman who insulted me below?

I asked him all the questions a college man should know,

And then the ignoramus, with impertinence immense,

Corrected my expression with an utter lack of sense."

"The innocent young fellow whom you frightened like a bear,"

Said Arabella Carter as she pacified her pere,

"That pleasant country caller who you thought would never stir,

Was after all a graduate - of Bowdoin College, sir.

"They say he's very 'rocky,' and has real estate and shares;

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