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PHANTASMAGORIA.
"Of course it worries you a bit
To come so far on foot—
But how was I to blame for it?"
"Well, well!" said he, "I must admit
That isn't badly put.
"And certainly you've given me
The best of wine and victual—
Excuse my violence," said he,
"But accidents like this, you see,
They put one out a little.
"'Twas my fault after all, I find—
Shake hands, old Turnip-top!"
The name was hardly to my mind,
But, as no doubt he meant it kind,
I let the matter drop.
