In de dreamland uv little children whar de blessed spirits dwell.
“Dar now, dar now, he’s gone! Bless its little heart! Dey treats it like a dog. Ole black mammy’s de best friend de chile’s got in de world!” And then she tucked him away in the Paradise of his childish slumbers.
[To be continued.]
SOUTHERN
PLATFORM
DEPARTMENT
Devoted to the interest
of
The Lyceum of The South.
