Only surrounded by crime and sin!
The pleasures of living you sure should share,—
Dear little babies God leases there!
[A FISHING SEER]
He sat for hours on the bank that day,
With a serious look—most fishermen’s way,—
Just a waif of a lad with a brimless hat,
And pantaloons even much worse than that.
Dangling legs, without stockings on,