I have been registrared,
And now my stanzas all are through,
I 'll stop, or I 'll be blowed;
And since I owed a song to you,
I 've sung to you an Ode.
This being received with groans, the President remarked that he thought it was time to hear from some of our friends across the water who were unable to be present, but had kindly sent over their little tributes. He then called upon Mr. James T. F-lds to read Mr. Algernon Charles Sw-nb-rne's
BALLAD OF LOVE-LAND.Wherever the spirit of light love wanders,
To the last low edge of each long lone land;
Wherever his whispering sighs he squanders
O'er a sweet, soft lip, or a dimpling hand;
Wheresoever a charming maid is,
Whose sighs are tender, whose eyes are kind,
There are none to be found like the Cambridge ladies, - To talk you blind.
But among those beautiful blooming ladies,
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