leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
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LAMENT. FOR S. B. PAT PAW. ¡¡¡¡We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate. ¡¡¡¡The little grave where her infant sleeps Is 'neath the chestnut tree; But o'er her grave we may not weep, We know not where it may be. ¡¡¡¡Her empty bed, her idle ball, Will never see her more; No gentle tap, no loving purr Is heard at the parlour door. ¡¡¡¡Another cat comes after her mice, A c
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at with a dirty face; But she does not hunt as our darling did, Nor play with her airy grace. ¡¡¡¡Her stealthy paws tread the very hall Where Snowball used to play, But she only spits at the dogs our pet So gallantly drove away. ¡¡¡¡She is useful and mild, and does her best, But she is not fair to see; And we cannot give her your place, dear, Nor worship her as we worship thee. ¡¡¡¡A. S. ¡¡¡¡ADVERTISEMENTS. ¡¡¡¡Miss Oranthy Bluggage, the accomplished Strong-Minded Lecturer, will deliver her famous Lecture on "WOMAN AND HER POSITION", at Pickwick Hall, next Saturday Evening, after the usual performances.