HE scribbles some in prose and ve… And now and then he prints it; He paints a little, —gathers some Of Nature’s gold and mints it. He plays a little, sings a song,

October is the treasurer of the ye… And all the months pay bounty to h… The fields and orchards still thei… And fill her brimming coffers more… But she, with youthful lavishness,

She gave a rose, And I kissed it and pressed it. I love her, she knows, And my action confessed it. She gave me a rose,

Woman’s sho’ a cur’ous critter, an… She’s a mess o’ funny capahs f’om… Ef you tries to un’erstan’ huh, an… 'D’ ain’t a bit o’ use to try to u… I don’ mean to be complainin’, but…

Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane, Treat me nice. Dough my love has tu’ned my brain, Treat me nice. I ain’t done a t’ing to shame,

GRANNY’S gone a—visitin’, Seen huh git huh shawl W’en I was a—hidin’ down Hime de gyahden wall. Seen huh put her bonnet on,

By Mystic’s banks I held my dream… (I held my fishing rod as well,) The vision was of dace and bream, A fruitless vision, sooth to tell. But round about the sylvan dell

“I am but clay,” the sinner plead, Who fed each vain desire. “Not only clay,” another said, “But worse, for thou art mire.”

‘LIAS! ’Lias! Bless de Lawd! Don’ you know de day’s erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp, Dey’ll be trouble in dis camp. Tink I gwine to let you sleep

EIGHT of 'em hyeah all tol’ an’… Dese eyes o’ mine is wringin’ wet; My haht’s a—achin’ ha’d an’ so’, De way hit nevah ached befo’; My soul’s a—pleadin’, 'Lawd give…

She told the story, and the whole… At wrongs and cruelties it had not… But for this fearless woman’s voic… She spoke to consciences that long… Her message, Freedom’s clear reve…

The snow lies deep upon the ground… And winter’s brightness all around Decks bravely out the forest sere, With jewels of the brave old year. The coasting crowd upon the hill

I done got 'uligion, honey, an’ I… Evahthing I see erbout me ’s jes’… An’ it seems lak I do’ want to do… But jes’ run an’ tell de neighbour… I done shuk my fis’ at Satan, an’…

When a woman looks up at you with… And her brows are half uplifted in… As you breathe some pretty sentenc… She is very apt to stun you with a… It’s a sublte combination of a sne…

Ring out, ye bells! All Nature swells With gladness at the wondrous stor… The world was at lorn, But Christ is born