And hang his hammock up to rock and swing,
To flout the town on breezy, orange wing
From where his house sways airily adown a pendant limb.
And now the high, green tree-top town, which welcomes ev’ry comer,
Has settled to the business of singing out the summer.
—Austin Arnold McCausland.
Transcriber’s Notes
- Created an eBook cover from elements within the issue.
- Reconstructed the Table of Contents (originally on each issue’s cover).
- Retained copyright notice on the original book (this eBook is public-domain in the country of publication.)
- Silently corrected a few palpable typos.