The Best Language.
She possessed a mind discerning, That was stored and crammed with learning, And her thoughts, for ever burning, She could suitably express. All her sentences were rounded, And her words imposing sounded ; I was really quite astounded As I listened, I confess. It was rather an infliction, _All this veibal unrestriction, But her elegance of diction, Each precise and polished phrase. And the beautiful selection Of the words and their connection, And her most correct inflection — They were quite beyond all praise. But I saw her very lately, And she did not talk ornately ; All that language suave and stately She no longer kept on tap. She was saying, " Bessums, diddums ! Where de bad old pin got hiddums, In his muzzer's precious kiddums," To the baby in her lap.
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Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 141, 14 March 1903, Page 7
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132The Best Language. Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 141, 14 March 1903, Page 7
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