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 "Thank you! and I've been listening To lots of the men, the knaves; But none of them half such humbugs As our devoted slaves."

"Do you see those purple flushes? The sun will set in state: Up all! we must cross to the heath, friends, Before it gets too late.

"We will couch in the fern together, And watch for the moon and the stars; And the slim tree-tops will be lighted, So the boys may light their cigars.

"And while the sunset glory Burns down in crimson and gold, shall tell us a story Of his wonderful times of old."

Ten thousand years ago, ("No more than that?") Ten thousand years, ("The age of Robert's hat!"—