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A VITAL QUESTION.
She jumped up, rubbed her forehead with her hand and pounded with her heels.
"I have found it out already! Mesdames and messieurs, and you dear little old man, and you, children, help yourselves; your little heads should be gay and happy."
"To the shinkárka's health! to the shinkárka's health!"
"Thank you; I drink to my health, and again she flew to the piano and sang:—
May sorrow vanish in dust!
And it will vanish.
And to our hearts reborn,
Come endless joy like morn!
And it will be so! This is sure.
Gloomy fear shall pass away
Like the shades when sun brings day;
Light and warmth and fragrance rare
Drive out darkness and despair.
Faint corruption's odor grows;
Strong the fragrance of the rose."
