But he 's comin' roun' bimeby
Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day
Is startin' to cry, an' den she say--
"O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss
For I never s'pose it would come to dis?

"Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me
Dat sen' away Adelard--
He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, ba oui,
An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for--
'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day,
Don't care w'at anywan else can say--
But remember too, an' you 'll not forget
De championship 's still on de familee yet."
An' de ole man smile.

[1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore.

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Dieudonne

(GOD-GIVEN)

If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash
Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie,
If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache,
You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?

No, sir! An' I can tole you, if you never know before,
W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,
Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door
For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us--

An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed
Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago--
Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head,
No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.

An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonne;
An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries'
All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day,
An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.

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THE DEVIL

Along de road from Bord a Plouffe
To Kaz-a-baz-u-a
W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',
An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',
In off de road dere leev's a man
Call Louis Desjardins.

An' Louis, w'en he firse begin
To work hees leetle place,
He work so hard de neighbors say,
"Unless he tak's de easy way
Dat feller 's sure to die some day,
We see it on hees face."

'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got,
De water ev'ryw'ere--
Might drain her off as tight as a drum.
An' back dat water is boun' to come
In less 'n a day or two--ba Gum!
'T would mak' de angel swear.

So Louis t'ink of de bimeby,
If he leev' so long as dat,
W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf,
All alone on de house hese'f,
No frien', no money, no not'ing lef',
An' poor--can't kip a cat.

So wan of de night on winter tam,
W'en Louis is