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A great amount of fun may be obtained from this game of mixing up poetry, which is nothing more than selecting lines from different authors, and arranging them so as to make rhyme. The specimen below, prepared by Kitty Carrol, will illustrate our meaning:—

There was a sound of revelry by night,

Away down south where I was born;

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,

Cows in the meadow and sheep in the corn.

A chieftain to the Highlands bound,

His father's hope, his mother's joy,

Found something smooth and hard and round,

John Brown's little Indian boy.

Man wants but little here below,

Oats, peas, beans, and barley;

This world is all a fleeting show,

Over the water to Charley.

There is a calm for those who weep

In famous London town;

Little Bo Peep she lost her sheep—

The bark that held a prince went down.

John Gilpin was a citizen

From India's coral strand;

Far from the busy haunts of men

There is a happy land.

Hark from the tombs a doleful sound;

Dear, dear, what can the matter be?

Shake the forum round and round,

Come to the sunset tree.