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DEATH S DOINGS.

THE TOILET.

A lady so fair, or a maid half so sly,At a Toilet were never yet seen,As on that fatal night—when, in masquerade, 1Attended on Laura (none other was nigh)And clad her in raiment so sheen.

But Laura coquetted—for Laura was vain—

And though she professed to returnYoung Edward's true passion— (I speak it with pain)He perish'd, the victim of cruel disdain,—

And his ashes now rest in yon urn!

So the false one I took! though I deck'd her so gay

With trinkets, and jewels, and gold ;—And the gossips still talk of that terrible day,When Death, as a Waiting-maid, bore her awayTo the charnel-house, darksome and cold !

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THE MOTHER.

Methinks I hear some pitying Mother say,Why snatch a helpless Infant thus away?

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