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IN THE LUXEMBOURG GARDENS.

Rose and Bertie have a ride;
Mabel, walking at their side,
Carries both the dolls, and so
By the Luxembourg they go.

Over in that Palace soon--
For the clock is marking noon--
The "Senate" will together come
(Like our "House of Lords" at home).

Hear that woman, "Who will buy
Windmill, ball, or butterfly"--
Josephine and Phillipe, see,
Eager as they both can be.

Charles before her, silent stands,
With no money in his hands,
No more _sous_--he spent them all
On that big inflated ball.

Be content, my little friend,
Money spent you cannot spend;
With your good St. Bernard play,
Buy more toys another day.

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A MERRY-GO-ROUND IN THE CHAMPS ELYSEES

Here all the day long,
Are race-horses for hire,
That never go wrong.
And besides, never tire.
Here all the day long,
Are race-horses for hire.
Who will come for a ride?
Horses, lions, all ready!
Bear or tiger astride,
You shall sit safe and steady.
Who will come for a ride?
Lions, horses, all ready!

Round and round they canter slow--soon they fast and faster go;
Look at Louis, all in white, Gaspard, almost out of sight,
Rose and Mabel side by side;--Bertie watching while they ride.
Dennis waits till they have done,--much too big to join the fun;
Brother Paul, with serious air, minds his little sister Claire,
Thinking if _he_ had a sou, _she_ should have some pleasure too.

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Now, with regret, they've said Good-bye to Paris bright and gay;
To Calais they are drawing nigh--you see them on their way.
To travel thus, all through the night, at first they thought was fun.
But by degrees they grew less bright, as hours passed one by one.
Then Nellie to her sisters said, "Let's have an extra rug.
And make-believe we're home in bed, and cuddle close and snug,
And try, until the night has passed, which can most quiet keep."
Then all were tucked up warm and fast, and soon fell sound asleep.

The happy time abroad, again in dreams is all gone o'er--
Again in Paris, as it seems, they watch the crowd once more.
The "Elysian Fields," beneath the trees, are peopled with a throng
Of loveliest dolls, which at their ease converse, or ride along;
And wondrous "Easter Eggs" in nests, abundant lie around,
And "April Fish" with golden vests and silver coats, abound!
Such fleeting fancies