My Portraits.
Perhaps I may be allowed to say one word as to the Photographs preceding these volumes. They aren't the least little bit like me! In Volume One I appear as the unmistakable "Country Butcher." In Volume Two I am "The Gorilla Asleep," or "Beetle-brow Napping" (after a beetle-hunt, probably). Volume Three represents me as the Typical Brigand of Transpontine Melodrama.
Why, too, has the Photographer insisted on bringing out that unfortunate feature of mine so prominently?
Why? indeed! Who nose?
THE LARKS AND THE ROSES.
(Ballad, by Milton Featherly Jonsone.)
Rose on the Swell.
The roses were blowing, like whales in the sea