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Jean C. Archer

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Jean C. Archer

Fishy-Winkle

CHAPTER I.


Mistress O'Hara lives down by the sea,
A skittish and beautiful widow is she;
She has black shiny tresses, and curly buff toes,
And a heavenly tilt to the tip of her nose!

She has three little children, the eldest is four
(Nurse says he is naughty enough to be more);
The Twins are dear dumplings, and they and their brother
Are always in scrapes--
Of one kind, or another.



This morning poor Mistress O'Hara looks blue,
As indeed she has every reason to do;
For the third time this week Nurse has come in to say,
"If you please 'm, the children have all run away!"

"Oh! bother those children--well, first let us look
In the larder, to see what provisions they took;
If the pumpkin pie's gone, they are off for...

Jean C. Archer

The Adventures Of Samuel And Selina.

In Spring,
While softly cooed
The Dove,

Sam
Told Selina of
His Love.


The Summer Moon smiled on them both,
Selina plighted him her Troth.

But Autumn brought a gayer Swain--
Selina broke it off again.


'Tis Winter now--
Selina's slack--
She'd give her thumbs to have him back.

Yet--
When they met
She tossed her head;

He
Stared at her and
Cut her dead!


But Fate at last to them was kind:
It sent
a
Roaring,
Raging
...

Jean C. Archer