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[[start page]] 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 [[end page]] [[start page]] 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 [[end page]]