Through a letter of recommendation that's sign'd By a dozen respectable men. You have merely to put a friend out of the way, Or abstract the contents of his till, To make yourself heartily welcome, they say, At the House on the Top of a Hill. There is lodging and board for the destitute poor, And at evening they kindly make sure of your door, The most laudable sentiments into their breasts At the House on the Top of a Hill. Ev'ry guest has a private apartment ;-in fact, It's a kind of luxurious hotel, Where a man who commits any praiseworthy act Nay; it's better than many hotels you can find, But they patch you up gratis in body and mind MEN I DISLIKE. F all the bores whom now and then OF Society permits To speak to literary men, And mix among the wits, The worst are those that will devote I often listen (more or less) But oh! the biggest muff afloat Is he who takes to anecdote. I like the man who makes a pun, Or drops a deep remark; I like philosophy or fun A lecture or a lark; But I despise the men who gloat Inanely over anecdote. I quake when some one recollects Can any one on earth promote Good fellowship through anecdote ? Ah me! I'd rather live alone Upon a desert isle, Without a voice except my own To cheer me all the while, Than dwell with men who learn by rote Their paltry funds of anecdote ! NOT QUITE FAIR. UMMER and spring the lovely rose, The hills, the meadows, and the lakes, The rainbow, sunset, cloud, and star, But I-a poet-who possess WISDOM AND WATER. IELDS are green in the early light, FIEL When Morning treads on the skirts of Night: Fields are gray when the sun's gone west, From the young and green to the old and gray. Not long since-as it seems to me I was as youthful as youth could be: |