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Title: Through the looking glass and what Alice found there
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898 Newell, Peter, 1862-1924, ill
Subjects: Fantasy
Publisher: New York and London : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter.I shook him well from side to side, Until his face ivas blue,Come, tell me how you live, I cried, And what it is you do! He said, I hunt for haddocks eyes Among the heather bright,And work them into waistcoat-buttons In the silent night.And these I do not sell for gold Or coin of silvery shine,But for a copper halfpenny, And that will purchase nine. I sometimes dig for buttered rolls, Or set limed twigs for crabs;I sometimes search the grassy knolls For wheels of Hansom-cabs.And thats the way (he gave a wink) By which I get my wealth—And very gladly will I drink Your Honors noble health. I heard him then, for I had just Completed my designTo keep the Menai bridge from rustBy boiling it in wine.170
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I shook him well from side to side,Until his face was blue A ITS MY OWN INVENTION I thanked him much for telling me The way he got his wealth,But chiefly for his wish that he Might drink my noble health. And now, if eer by chance I put My fingers into glue,Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe,Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight,I weep, for it reminds me soOf that old man I used to know—Whose look ivas mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow,Whose face ivas very like a crow,With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,Who seemed distracted with his woe,Who rocked his body to and fro,And muttered mumblingly and low,As if his mouth were full of dough,Who snorted like a buffalo—That summer evening long agof A-sitting on a gate. As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins 171

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