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Ar Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,—
Where, three times slipping from the outer edge,
I bump'd the ice into three several stars,
The parson taking wide and wider sweeps,
Right thro' the world, "at home was little left,
"And I," quoth Everard, " by the wassail-bowl."
Why yes," I said, "we knew your gift that way
At college but another which you had,
I mean of verse (for so we held it then,)
What came of that?" "You know," said Frank,
His epic of King Arthur in the fire !"
And then to me demanding why?
Looks freshest in the fashion of the day :
God knows he has a mint of reasons: ask.