acquaintances had gathered to congratulate them in
the field of untainted bliss. The kind old gentleman
met them in the yard: "Well," said he, "I wish I
may die, Elfonzo, if you and Ambulinia haven't tied
a knot with your tongue that you can't untie with
your teeth. But come in, come in, never mind, all
is right--the world still moves on, and no one has
fallen in this great battle."

Happy now is their lot! Unmoved by misfortune,
they live among the fair beauties of the South.
Heaven spreads their peace and fame upon the arch
of the rainbow, and smiles propitiously at their tri-
umph, through the tears of the storm.

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