EPISTLE TO THE EDITOR.
Dear Knick: Were’t not for reverence due
From such as I to such as you,
I really could not choose but swear
To think that e’en a millionaire,
With piles enough of brick and stone
To make a city of his own,
And broad domains in simple fee,
Or held in pledge as mortgagee,
And scrip whose outspread folds would cover