OLD THREE-VOL.
There rose two Book-Kings in the West, Two Kings both great and high; And they have sworn a solemn oath Good old Three-Vol. shall die.
They took a pen and wrote him down, Piled sins upon his head; And they have sworn a solemn oath Good old Three-Vol. is dead.
But when "the Season" comes once more, And folks for fiction call, Old Three-Vol. may rise up again, And sore surprise them all!