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afternoon and for want of better entertainment my poor lines were called for.  I did not think they were worthy or appropriate for such public notice.  Gen. added a verse.

The Colliers Tuesday Night

There's beauty where the moonlight high
   In valley & in fen
But Gas light beams upon a sconce
   As bright in No. 10

For seven sylphs are [[moving?]] there
   Attired in spotless white
With streaming hair unbound to greet
   The slumber queen of night

Four of them so united are [[strikethrough]]in mind[[/strikethrough]]
   In mind and will the same
So closely bound in friendships ties
   They even have one name

One of them so personifies
   The virtues of her race
Baptismal saints were puzzled quite

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And simply called her [[underline]]Grace[[/underline]]

And one among the happy band
   With gentle look and mild
Will [[strikethrough]]who[[/strikethrough]] ever Father Time defy
   And always be a [[underline]]child[[/underline]]

One looking glass alone reflects
   Those locks of black & brown
It doubles each enticing face
   But never shows a frown

Oh jokes however state ye be
   Whenever made and when,
A haven ye have found at last
   In Merry No. 10.

The lights are out, the forms are fled
   To rest the last one goes
For fear to soil her tiny feet
   On [[rites?]] of chubby toes

Sweet sleep the [[strikethrough]]wretched[[/strikethrough]] happy seeks ^[[tis said]]
   The wretched doth forsake
But both so close such merry eyes
   She keeps these girls awake
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