Give the balm for the burn of the breast—
For the soul and the mind that repose not,
O, give us a rest!
III.
As Mr. Francis Bret Harte might have Woven it into a Touching Tale of a Western Gentleman in a Red Shirt:
Brown o' San Juan,
Stranger, I'm Brown.
Come up this mornin' from Frisco—
Be'n a-saltin' my specie-stacks down.
Be'n a-knockin' around,