Behind the footlights hangs the ru… A trifle shabby in the upturned bl… Of flaring gas and curious eyes th… The stage, methinks, perhaps is no… And hardly fit for royal Richard’…

Over the chimney the night-wind sa… And chanted a melody no one knew; And the Woman stopped, as her bab… And thought of the one she had lon… And said, as her teardrops back sh…

(BEING THE ONLY GENUI… Maud Muller all that summer day Raked the meadow sweet with hay; Yet, looking down the distant lane… She hoped the Judge would come ag…

‘Crying!’ Of course I am crying,… too, If people were telling such storie… Oh yes, you can laugh if you want… how,

(MR. INTERVIEWER INTER… Know me next time when you see me,… Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,… Take out your pensivil, d—n you; s… Any complaints to make? Lots of ‘…

When I bought you for a song, Years ago—Lord knows how long!— I was struck—I may be wrong— By your features, And—a something in your air

(SIERRAS, 1876) DRAMATIS PERSONAE First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver

This is the reed the dead musician… With tuneful magic in its sheath s… The prompt allegro of its music st… Its melodies unbidden. But who shall finish the unfinishe…

(BY A COMMUNICANT OF '… He wore, I think, a chasuble, the… A stole and snowy alb likewise,—I… He called me ‘daughter,’ as he rai… And then, in thrilling undertones,…

‘The sky is clouded, the rocks are… The spray of the tempest is white… The winds are out with the waves a… And I shall not tempt the sea to-… ’The trail is narrow, the wood is…

Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. T… Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my da… Feel of that neck, sir,—thar’s vel… you vixen! Whoa! I say. Jack, trot her out;…

Sauntering hither on listless wing… Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that… The bar that thunders, the shale t… Give me to keep thy company.

If Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B., Had one peculiar quality, ’Twas his severe advocacy Of conjugal fidelity. His views of heaven were very free…

Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured a… Those charms that held our sense i… Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tri…

Did I ever tell you, my dears, th… That the birds of Cisseter—'Cisse… Well 'Ciren-cester’—one OUGHT t… From ‘Castra,’ or ‘Caster,’ As your Latin master