You ask me, friend, Why I don’t send The long since due-and-paid-for nu… Why, songless, I As drunken lie

Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,

Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks Sit together, building blocks; Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey, Amber-Locks a little child, But together at their play

In the market of Clare, so cheery… Of the shops and the booths of the… That I take a delight on a Saturd… In walking that way and in viewing… For it’s here that one sees all th…

What conversazzhyonies wuz I real… For that, you must remember, wuz a… The camp wuz new ‘nd noisy, ’nd on… So fashionable sossiety wuz hardly… There hadn’t been no grand events…

As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a little tree That whispered in this wise to me: ‘Oh, I shall stand on Calvary

Why do you shun me, Chloe, like t… That, fearful of the breezes and t… Has sought her timorous mother sin… And on the pathless mountain tops… Her trembling heart a thousand fea…

Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed ‘em; In bed I lie With books hard by,

In Mrs. Potter’s latest play The costuming is fine; Her waist is made decollete— Her skirt is new design.

Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with song and wine each d… Still, still your doom is death.

Krinken was a little child,— It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, “Sun-child, come to me;

When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas Bently Used to praise so eloquently

Ed was a man that played for keeps… You cudn’t stop him any more’n a d… For when he tackled to a thing ’nd… You bet yer boots he done that thi… So all us boys uz knowed him best…

What perfumed, posie-dizened sirra… With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless… On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your tress…

There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…