golden hairWith jewels bright, eft soon; She clad her in her twice-dyed gown,And eke her thrice-patched shoon. Oh, Benjamin ! Oh, Benjamin ! Was all that she could say; She wist not but that he was dead.Or thousand leagues away. 12 ST. NICHOLAS PLAYS AND OPERETTAS IV Alack for Mary Jane! the… … HER SHRIEKS NO MERCY WIN ! Methinks I hear the area-bell; Oh, father, quickly speed ! T is but a pesky book-agent; Thou hast no time to read ! THE BALLAD OF MARY JANE 13 The fatal knife descends, descends ! Her shrieks no mercy win!When h), a shout! —the door gives way! In rushes Benjamin!
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