Of the engine ready for starting!
Slowly and smoothly we glided out
Of the station so grim and so gritty;
We cared not a doit, and we raised not a doubt,
For we'd left care behind in the "city!"
ORCHIS.
THE BURIAL OF MY FELLOW LODGER'S BANJO.
NOT a "strum" was heard, not a tune or a note,
As his chords to the damp earth I hurried;
Not a soul there was by when I stripped off my coat,