Show IN P kwilus PW willis iLUS the new newy york ork sunday da y times th thus us sketches N nathaniel athanis I 1 P Wi illis t alas dear willis that the rose should lose its ita perfume and that poets should fade I 1 oiin can it bo be that the I 1 heum abic shattered decayed individual that we see sec on broadway is the gay basl dashing I 1 gallant of days gone go nc by sad sight it is indeed I 1 sadas sad as are the with aled 0 rose leaves that flitter in ill tile the morning wind N ind A face never large lufa now pinched wrinkled and sad boned tile the locks that once curled so much to his satisfaction and the dis ti action traction of all the boarding school girls eirls in the country are now dow sprinkled with gray and ban hang as forlorn as an old maids the eyes that once spoke like his bis to tongue aglie in in poetry and love I 1 have now sunk away in their sockets and require spectacles to assist him in his ordinary avocations lie ile has small delicate hands bands which he nurses so softens ft bleaches and ad exhibits to the envy of men and the admiration of the fair sex ile he dresses in some odd suit suit seemingly the better to attract attention and wraps up his neck with a jaunty scarf taking all the care as to the folding and the ban hanging edg of t the b e ends that is is common to 0 fastidious ladies ile he walks with a careful measured tread as if picking lus 11 1 as way among 0 eggs the real occasion for which being that lie he is rather unsettled on his rheumatic legs alas dear willis illis I 1 we say again we remember thee bacul led be frizzled and perau perfumed med strutting like a peacock and admired A like ane we see thee gaunt consumptive sump tive rheumatic seedy rudely jostled and almost tumbled over in the crowds that know thee not we read read 1 thy poetic interweaving t as fresh and fragrant as when penne dand we are saddened to think that thy beauty and glory are arc nad |