Lives he in Boston, still he may betake him
Down to Nantasket.
Happy the mortal, free and independent,
Master of the main spring of his own volition,
Look on us with the eye of sweet compassion,
We are Cook’s Tourists.
H. C. Bunner.
Scribner’s Monthly. November, 1879.
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AN OLD SONG BY NEW SINGERS.