And a feeling of faintness stole o'er him
At the odor which steamed from the river.*
"Alas!" he sighed, "life's but a labor;
"As for friendship, it is simply a myth;
"And I'll do one good deed - to my neighbor -
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"By arising and sloping forthwith."
To his bosom he clasped his loved locket,
And his Ulster he lay on the ground.
"Why - by Pluto - what's this in the pocket?"
'T is an X I 've forgotten and found!"
* * * * *
No cold corpse was discovered, all weedy,
Imbedded in coal-tar and clay
But a man that seemed tired and seedy
Came out on the horse-car - next day.
F. T. S.
*"Possibly Miller's" - GEOGRAPHICAL EDITOR.
-"I. A. M." - ED. (who was there).