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Indeed I think she'll not refuse
So old a friend as me,
And if to dine she does not choose,
Perhaps she'll come to tea.
So old a friend as me,
And if to dine she does not choose,
Perhaps she'll come to tea.
And I will beg her to rehearse
For me some bright idea,
On which I'll try to form a verse
For dear John's Souvenir.
For me some bright idea,
On which I'll try to form a verse
For dear John's Souvenir.
After writing the above in the Souvenir, I placed it in the hands of my niece for her perusal, when she exclaimed, "Aunt, you have missed a leaf," and to my utter dismay I found two leaves had adhered together from the dampness of the binding. I, therefore, strove to repair the error by inserting in the omitted pages the following lines.
