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One night and one day have I wept my woe; Nor wot I when the morrow doth begin, If I shall have to write to Briggs & Co., To pray them to advance the requisite tin For ransom of their salesman, that he may Go forth as other boarders go alway―――― As those I hear now flocking from their tea, Led by the daughter of my landlady Piano-ward. This day for all my moans, Dry bread and water have been servéd me. Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones!