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[Mrs. Ben Blifkins (may she ne'er grow less)] |
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[Mrs. Ben Blifkins (may she ne'er grow less)]
Mrs. Ben Blifkins (may she ne'er grow less)Awoke one night with nightmare, in distress,
And saw within the quiet of her room,
While from his meerschaum poured a rich perfume,
Her Blifkins writing in a little book;
Excessive sharpness made her keenly look,
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“What are you writing?” Blifkins raised his head,
And, with a smile expressing more than words,
Replied, “The names of those who love their lords.”
“And is mine one?” said she. “Nay, ne'er a show.”
Then, with a voice significantly low,
She said, “Take up your pencil now, my pet,
And write me one who loves to make 'em fret.”
Blifkins thus wrote and vanished in the night,
But came in soon with a big camphene light,
And lo! among the names a fret confest,
Mrs. B. Blifkin's name led all the rest.
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