I trust to dumb forgetfulness a prey
This smoky city soon will be resigned,
That for a season I may pass away,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.
Funny Folks. August 12, 1876.
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Elegy.
Written in a Country Rink.
The church clock strikes the knell of parting day,
And all the world is going home to tea,
The skater homewards takes his weary way,