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THE SKELETON IN KNICKERBOCKERS.

BY H. W. L.

"SPEAK! speak! thou horrid fright!

Who, with thy legs of white

In knickerbockers tight,

Comest to scare me.

Get along! go away!

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You really mustn't stay,

I've got to grind to-day,

Will you not spare me?"

Then from that ghastly mouth

Issued a dreadful oath,

Which to repeat I'm loath,

Think it was "darn," though.

And with a smothered yell

Out spake that ancient swell,

"I 've something strange to tell, -

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