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A PICTURE.
Our Mistress P. had taken her tea,And had cleared up nicely, as ought to be,
And then beside the white pine table
Had seated herself quite comfortable.
The plated lamp by her side burned bright,
And scattered abroad its cheerful light;
And Mrs. P. sat with her work in her lap,
Her specs high up on the roof of her cap,
With her eyes upturned to the opposite wall,
Where hung the profile of Corporal Paul.
The night had sedately settled down,
And quiet rested o'er all the town;
Not a gust of wind was heard to mutter
Above the chimney, or shake a shutter;
And the atmosphere around seemed teeming
With all the elements of dreaming.
And Mistress P. sat in her easy-chair,
With her eyes on Paul suspended there,
While her thoughts were wandering everywhere.
But her chin soon sank to a graceful rest,
'Mid the folds of the kerchief on her breast;
Forgot she the world, its cares and its woes,
In the grateful calm of a fireside doze,
And fell from her cap her specs in her lap,
As Mrs. P. dropped off in a nap!
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