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Now our fair heroine (are all heroines fair?) 

 At twelve o'clock — .standard time — came up for air; 

 Her reflection she glimpsed in the glass as she rose, 

 Made an unconscious move meant to powder her nose, 

 Then away to the tomb of the late Ra-Em-Kai, 

 But no I'kh-Hotep around there did she spy. 



She waited and waited till patience gave out. 

 Then returned to her room with an unlovely pout. 

 For a moment she paused by Ukh-Hotep's side, 

 And in the soundless speech of spirits she cried: 

 "Some sport ivert thou, Hotep; I oft heard of thee, 

 ''But now thou'rt a dead one and always will be." 

 Disgusted the lady returned to her place, 

 And wanders no more from her comfy glass case. 



Moral 



Dear reader, this moral I here freely give : 



When dead try no "come-backs," but live while you live. 



Or, if you insist upon bucking the fates. 



Be very explicit in timing your dates. 



J. L. Beers. 



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