den hairWith jewels bright, eft soon; She clad her in her twice-dyed gown,And eke her thrice-patched shoon. Oh, Benjamin ! Oh, Benjamin !rWas all that she could say j 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 The fatal knife descends, descends! Her shrieks no mercy win!When lo, a shout!—the door gives way! In rushes Benjamin!
Children's plays · Amusements
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