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THE PARABLES OF PILJOSH
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"I can't bear to think that no one will weep for me when I am gone!" said the sentimental Fly, as he flew into the eye of a Moneylender.
- Note.—Cf. Poet Byron:
"'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come!"
—H. B. J.
A certain Cockatrice, feeling sociably inclined, entered a Mother's Meeting, bent upon making himself agreeable—but was greatly mortified to find himself but coldly received.
"Women are so particular about trifles!" he reflected bitterly. "I know I said 'Good Afternoon' with my mouth full—but, as I explained, I had just been lunching at the Infant School!"
"I want to be useful!" said the Silkworm, as she sat down and "set" a sock for a Decayed Centipede.
