The Verse in this Second Book.

Page
Father's Way[1]
To my Mother[5]
Körner's Battle Prayer[7]
Gosling Stew[9]
Catullus to Lesbia[12]
John Smith[13]
St. Martin's Lane[22]
The Singing in God's-Acre[25]
Dear Old London[28]
Corsican Lullaby (Folk-Song) [33]
The Clink of the Ice[35]
Bells of Notre Dame[39]
Lover's Lane, St. Jo[41]
Crumpets and Tea[44]
An Imitation of Dr. Watts[47]
Intry-Mintry[48]
Modjesky as Cameel[51]
Telling the Bees[60]
The Tea-Gown[62]
Doctors[64]
Barbara[69]
The Café Molineau[72]
Holly and Ivy[75]
The Boltons, 22[77]
Dibdin's Ghost[83]
The Hawthorne Children[87]
The Bottle and the Bird[91]
An Eclogue from Virgil[96]
Pittypat and Tippytoe[103]
Ashes on the Slide[106]
The Lost Cupid of Moschus[110]
Christmas Eve[113]
Carlsbad[115]
The Sugar-Plum Tree[120]
Red[122]
Jewish Lullaby[124]
At Cheyenne[126]
The Naughty Doll[128]
The Pneumogastric Nerve[131]
Teeny-Weeny[134]
Telka[137]
Plaint of a Missouri 'Coon[146]
Armenian Lullaby[151]
The Partridge[153]
Corinthian Hall[156]
The Red, Red West[162]
The Three Kings of Cologne[165]
Ipswich[167]
Bill's Tenor and my Bass[170]
Fiducit (from the German)[175]
The "St. Jo Gazette"[177]
In Amsterdam[183]
To the Passing Saint[186]
The Fisherman's Feast[188]
Nightfall in Dordrecht (Slumber Song)[191]
The Onion Tart[193]
Grandma's Bombazine[197]
Rare Roast Beef[203]
Ganderfeather's Gift[208]
Old Times, Old Friends, Old Love[211]
Our Whippings[213]
Bion's Song of Eros[218]
Mr. Billings of Louisville[220]
Poet and King[222]
Lydia Dick[225]
Lizzie[229]
Little Homer's Slate[231]
Always Right[233]
"Trot, my good Steed" (Volkslied)[235]
Providence and the Dog[237]
Gettin' on[242]
The Schnellest Zug[245]
Bethlehem-Town[250]
The Peace of Christmas-Time[252]
Doings of Delsarte[254]
Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not[259]

Second Book of Verse.


FATHER'S WAY.

MY father was no pessimist; he loved the things of earth,—
Its cheerfulness and sunshine, its music and its mirth.
He never sighed or moped around whenever things went wrong,—
I warrant me he'd mocked at fate with some defiant song;
But, being he warn't much on tune, when times looked sort o' blue,
He'd whistle softly to himself this only tune he knew,—