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THE BROWNIES\' TALLY-HO.

AS shades of evening closed around,

The Brownies, from some wooded ground,

Looked out to view with staring eye

A Tally-Ho, then passing by.

Around the park they saw it roll,

Now sweeping round a wooded knoll,

Now rumbling o'er an arching bridge,

Now hid behind a rocky ridge,

Now wheeling out again in view

To whirl along some avenue.

They hardly could restrain a shout

When they observed the grand turnout.

The long, brass horn, that trilled so loud,

The prancing horses, and the crowd

Of people perched so high in air

Pleased every wondering Brownie there.

Said one: "A rig like this we see

Would suit the Brownies to a T!

And I'm the one, here let me say,

To put such pleasures in our way:

I know the very place to go

To-night to find a Tally-Ho.

It never yet has borne a load

Of happy hearts along the road;

But, bright and new in every part

'Tis ready for an early start.

The horses in the stable stand

With harness ready for the hand;

If all agree, we'll take a ride

For miles across the country wide."

Another said: "The plan is fine;

You well deserve to head the line;

But, on the road, the reins I'll draw;

I know the way to 'gee' and 'haw,'

And how to turn a corner round,

And still keep wheels upon the ground."

Another answered: "No, my friend,

We'll not on one alone depend;

But three or four the reins will hold,

That horses may be well controlled.

The curves are short, the hills are steep,

The horses fast, and ditches deep,

And at some places half the band

May have to take the lines in hand."

That night, according to their plan,

The Brownies to the stable ran;

Through swamps they cut to reach the place,

And cleared the fences in their race

As lightly as the swallow flies

To catch its morning meal supplies.

Though, in the race, some clothes were soiled,

And stylish shoes completely spoiled,

Across the roughest hill or rock

They scampered like a frightened flock,

Now o'er inclosures knee and knee,

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