No Pippa, no Duchess, but—who would have guessed?—
A box of Chocolate Creams!
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THE PATRIOT.
It was roses, roses all the way,
With myrtles mixed in my path like mad.
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day.