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An old-fashioned Card-party — The Clergyman’s verses — The Story of the Convict’s Return

           

           ‘MayIsaythatIshouldliketohearyourepeatit,sir?’saidMr.Snodgrass.

           ‘Why,really,’repliedtheclergyman,‘it’saveryslightaffair;andtheonlyexcuseIhaveforhavingeverperpetrateditis,thatIwasayoungmanatthetime.Suchasitis,however,youshallhearit,ifyouwish.’

           Amurmurofcuriositywasofcoursethereply;andtheoldgentlemanproceededtorecite,withtheaidofsundrypromptingsfromhiswife,thelinesinquestion.‘Icallthem,’saidhe,

           THEIVYGREEN

           Oh,adaintyplantistheIvygreen,

           Thatcreepetho’erruinsold!

           Ofrightchoicefoodarehismeals,Iween,

           Inhiscellsoloneandcold.

           Thewallmustbecrumbled,thestonedecayed,

           Topleasurehisdaintywhim;

           Andthemoulderingdustthatyearshavemade,

           Isamerrymealforhim.

           Creepingwherenolifeisseen,

           ArareoldplantistheIvygreen.

           Fasthestealethon,thoughhewearsnowings,

           Andastauncholdhearthashe.

           Howcloselyhetwineth,howtightheclings

           TohisfriendthehugeOakTree!

           Andslilyhetrailethalongtheground,

           Andhisleaveshegentlywaves,

           Ashejoyouslyhugsandcrawlethround

           Therichmouldofdeadmen’sgraves.

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