The old days—the far days— The overdear and fair!— The old days—the lost days— How lovely they were! The old days of Morning,

Settin’ round the stove, last nigh… Down at Wess’s store, was me And Mart Strimples, Tunk, and Wh… And Doc Bills, and two er three Fellers o’ the Mudsock tribe

O love is like an untamed steed!— So hot of heart and wild of speed, And with fierce freedom so in love… The desert is not vast enough, With all its leagues of glimmering…

The dawn of the day was dreary, And the lowering clouds o’erhead Wept in a silent sorrow Where the sweet sunshine lay dead; And a wind came out of the eastwar…

A dark, tempestuous night; the sta… With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-… The firmament; and where the moon… An hour agone seems like the darke… The weird wind—furious at its demo…

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and… path but as wild adventure led him… horse, and took off his saddle and… unlaced his helm, and ungirdled hi… his shield before the cross.—Age o…

Take a feller 'at’s sick and laid… All shaky, and ga’nted, and pore— Jes all so knocked out he can’t ha… With a stiff upper-lip any more; Shet him up all alone in the gloom…

Picnics is fun 'at’s purty hard to… I purt’-nigh ruther go to them tha… I purt’-nigh ruther go to them tha… With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick…

They all climbed up on a high boar… Nine little Goblins, with green-g… Nine little Goblins that had no s… And couldn’t tell coppers from col… And they all climbed up on the fen…

He was jes a plain ever’-day, all-… Consumpted-Iookin’—but la! The jokeiest, wittiest, story-tell… Feller you ever saw! Worked at jes coarse work, but you…

I thought the deacon liked me, yit I warn’t adzackly shore of it— Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, When jiners 'ud be comin’ in, I’d seed him shakin’ hands as free

While skies glint bright with blue… Through clouds that race o’er fiel… And leaves go dancing left and rig… And orchard apples tumble down; While school-girls sweet, in lane…

Bud, come here to your uncle a spe… And I’ll tell you something you m… For it’s a secret and shore-'nuf t… And maybe I oughtn’t to tell it t… But out in the garden, under the s…

I am looking for Love. Has he pas… With eyes as blue as the skies of… And a face as fair as the summer d… You answer back, but I wander on,… For you say: ‘Oh, yes; but his ey…

DIED—Early morning of September… in the gleaming dawn of ‘name and… Hamilton J. Dunbar. Dead! Dead! Dead! We thought him ours alone;