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Show I Uncle Walt ' tha Poet'f fiiosophe'r . ' THB DEPARTED. The other day a friend fell dead, all unpremeditated: un-premeditated: the undertaker to him ape, and shortly had him crated. And Just a day or two be far I etaod with him end wrangled; w argued polltlca and swore, and M aur theorise tangled. I said the rudest kind of thin- I never can forget It; and new that he e equipped with wings, how deeply I regret It: For we were friends for msny years, our frlsndshlp was unbroken; he left, and ringing In hla ears were ha rah words I had spoken. At night I laem to hear hie tread, when star-Hsht star-Hsht gleams and dativea; h cornea ana lands beside my bed. and heaves reproachful re-proachful glances. He breathes a strsak. of fire and smoke, till I am scared, already, al-ready, and says: "My friend, until you croak, remorse will be your steady, we stood beside the public dump, and talked of things forgotten; you oalled m leafhsr-head leafhsr-head and chump, and as Id my bralna were rotten. And while I alt upon a eleua with folka of princely titles, you'll mingle with the worldly crowd, and grief will rend your vitals' Ths hearte Of myriad nf men are ssd snd aa-moat broken, bs-esuse bs-esuse they ran t ee.ll back again the unkind un-kind worde they've epoken. The foolish word In anger hurled may ting your Ufa wltk sadness ; but kind wards nsvsr I this -world brought anything but gladness. glad-ness. Copyright, lilt, by Oewrge , Matthew ? Adams. aaaaaaaaaaaassaa - |