If he'd clear the mud 'neath my feet.
For only one short hour,
To feel as I used to feel:
The pavement free from grease and slime
In my walk that's now an ordeal.
Funny Folks, January, 1884.
THE WAIL OF A PROOF-READER.
Made During a Fearful "Spell" of Weather by One of 'Em.
With fingers weary and worn,