Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock’s advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
The Weather — how the Rains
In Counties have begun.
‘Tis News as null as nothing,
But sweeter so — than none.
Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock’s advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
The Weather — how the Rains
In Counties have begun.
‘Tis News as null as nothing,
But sweeter so — than none.
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