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AN OLD IDYL OF A RICHMOND STREET-CAR
All up the street at a stately pace / The maiden passed with her April-face, / And the roses I 'd paid for, on her breast / Were white as the eggs in a partridge-nest, / While behind her -- driver upon his stool -- / Tinkled the bell of the street-car mule.