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We published an exquisite poem from the Grass Valley National the other day, and unfortunately made a trifling blunder or so in one of the verses, as follows:
"Then let our ruptures be beside
Some storm that peals in summer shade,
Whose showers shall duck the fattest bride
That booming Nature ever made."
It deeply humiliates us to discover how our wretched carelessness has marred that beautiful verse. It should have read, and would read, as follows, but for our execrable typographical blunders:
"Then, let our nuptials be beside
Some stream that purls in summer shade,
Whose flowers shall deck the fairest bride
That blooming Nature ever made."
The National was justly proud of its little gem, and we are deeply pained when we think what sorrow our heedlessness must have inflicted upon it.
[transcribed from microfilm]
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