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THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER

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A FAMILY LIKENESS.

BY ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO.

“I TELL THEM ALL THE HOUSE IS FREE,

AND BID THEM MAKE THEMSELVES AT HOME.”

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My parlour is a pleasant place,

I love its silence and its shade,

’Tis like some sweet, accustomed face

So dear, it need not fear to fade:

And here I sit with folded hands,

To welcome John from foreign lands.

You see that portrait in the room?

My great aunt’s—long ere she was wed.

Once, when my mother praised its bloom,

John turned to me and softly said

(And then at least he thought it true),

“A very lovely face—like you!”

Don’t blame him. No. I had no wealth:

His fortune, too, was all to seek.

Though love might enter in by stealth,

He thought it was no time to speak.

So silently John went away,

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