Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 226
teboard knife. She braided up her 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. IV.Alack for Mary Jane ! the knife… … 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 fatal knife descends, descends ! Her shrieks no mercy win !When lo, a shout !—the door gives way! In rushes Benjamin !
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