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BREVITIES.

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Quoth this simple, artless maiden,

"I'm from Chelsea by the sea."

Then the Freshman cried, "I'm culchawed.

Maiden fair, it may not be;

You are but a poor surburban,

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And not fit to wed with me."

Then he bought a pint of pea-nuts,

Gave them to this maiden fair,

And she crossed the bridge to Chelsea,

Broken-hearted with despair.

Then she flung her from the draw-bridge,

Sought to end this life of doubt;

But the gods to her were cruel,

For, alas! the tide was out.

Alone she went in mud and sadness,

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