“Then be the court adjourned,” exclaimed Mr. Patterson. “Dogberry, you and my friend Sears are still together, and you must remember in the premises what your namesake said to Verges, ‘An’ two men ride of a horse, one man must ride behind.’ ”
Giving three cheers for Mr. Patterson, we boys departed, and the next day found us betimes in the academy, where mum was the word between all parties.
THE WITHERED ROSE.
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BY ALEX. A. IRVINE.
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Thou pale withered flower, oh! once thou wert fair,
But now ev’ry leaf has been nipped by a blight—
Dost thou pine for the bosom, its fragrance to share,