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MISS KILMANSEGG
AND
HER PRECIOUS LEG.
―
A GOLDEN LEGEND.
—
Her Pedigree.
To trace the Kilmansegg pedigree,
To the very root of the family tree,
Were a task as rash as ridiculous;
Through antediluvian mists as thick
As London fog such a line to pick
Were enough, in truth to puzzle old Nick,—
Not to name Sir Harris Nicholas.
It wouldn't require much verbal strain
To trace the Kill man, perchance, to Cain;
But, waiving all such digressions,
Suffice it, according to family lore,
A Patriarch Kilmansegg lived of yore,
Who was famed for his great possessions.
