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<p id="id00382" style="margin-top: 5em">The Miniature.</p>
<p id="id00383" style="margin-top: 4em">William was holding in his hand<br/>
The likeness of his wife!<br/>
Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand,<br/>
With beauty, grace, and life.<br/>
He almost thought it spoke:—he gazed<br/>
Upon the bauble still,<br/>
Absorbed, delighted, and amazed,<br/>
To view the artist's skill.<br/></p>
<p id="id00384">"This picture is yourself, dear Jane—<br/>
'Tis drawn to nature true:<br/>
I've kissed it o'er and o'er again,<br/>
It is much like you."<br/>
"And has it kissed you back, my dear?"<br/>
"Why—no—my love," said he.<br/>
"Then, William, it is very clear<br/>
'Tis not at all LIKE ME!"<br/></p>
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