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76 The doctor came, stood by the bed, And, looking solemn, gravely said, "Malaria—'tis plainly seen— Three times a day give him quinine." Growled grandmamma, "Oh! fiddle-dee-dee! He's only bilious—seems to me."

One day our grandpa—eighty-four— Complained that he could see no more; That, at his age, it worried him That his good eyesight should grow dim. "I've often seen it act that way," The doctor solemnly did say: "Malaria—'tis plainly seen— Three times a day give him quinine." But grandma said, "I never see! Old man, you're growing old, like me!"

PUZZLED. ask me whether I'm High Church,
 * You ask me whether I'm Low:

I wish you'd tell the difference,
 * For I'm sure that I don't know.

I'm just a plain old body,
 * And my brain works pretty slow;

So I don't know whether I'm High Church,
 * And I don't know whether I'm Low.

I'm trying to be a Christian,
 * In the plain, old-fashioned way,

Laid down in my mother's Bible,
 * And I read it every day,—

Our blessed Lord's life in the Gospels,
 * Or a comforting Psalm of old,

Or a bit from the Revelation
 * Of the city whose streets are gold.

Then I pray,—why, I'm generally praying,
 * Though I don't always kneel or speak out,

But I ask the dear Lord, and keep asking,
 * Till I fear he is all tired out;