We leave him to finish the song by himself.
And to think that my friend Puller, with his hat cocked on one side, a big cigar in his mouth, a tumbler of "absinthe gummy" before him, a rakish expression in his eye, is the same Puller to whom, as partner in the firm of Horler, Puller, Puller (J), Baker and Dayville, Solicitors, I would trust my dearest interests in any matter of property, of character, even of life itself! The strange story of Hyde and Jekyll is no fiction, after all.
WHITMAN IN LONDON.
(Adapted from the American.)
A Salt and Battery.
Oh, site of Coldbath Fields Prison!
Oh, eight and three-quarter acres of potential Park for the plebs!
I gaze at you; I, Walt, gaze at you through cracks in the