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Show MALCONTENT. I I longer winter's stormy blasts to I ThoTore-d Chn '""owto fi If marrow's coreless, prithee par(loD f All is permissible in poetic lore- 10 But whey contemplate tho va3 IB Withlnmy mind, all summery m II On these 'appear somo tarnish lad- II blots, uen IB Some goodly reasons for not goin II there. 6 u IB rn Southern Italy I know the clime II Is charged with fragrance and a II balmy breeze, H Yet one must suffer while the eurd H ists chime BJj ""key Lucia" ground in varied H Or as a variant from that banal no'se H Lest words anent your uncouth mien AB be said, IBB Pat garlic-ridden, smelly shepherd H With fervor on each curleil da Vlnel H The lower end of England has resort3 H Cornwall and Devon, both have ell- H mates mild HJ "Vith fern-strewn linos and old-time H sea-washed ports, mm Whero blooms exotic now luxuriate H Yet when on matin stroll you turn your mind And tempt umbrageous miscalled "pleasure grounds," Invariably in masses there you find Consumptives barking like a pack ot hounds. And Florida has failed to soothe my ills; Malaria there around my body twines. I weary of tho marsh or sandy hills, And loathe the omnipresent gluey pines. With officers Bermuda overruns, Who small attractions to the weary bring; They talk of nothing but their dogs and guns, Except when drinking to their sovereign sover-eign king. Wb And so, and so Impatiently I walk I Around this mud-hole city of our own, I And try to think there's no place like Now York i Until tho months hlheranl shall have flown. Then with a vim my blood shall circulate. cir-culate. And I my pen with violence shall bring To execrate, likewise excoriate, The summer places and resorts or spring. . I Tho Grouch, In Town Topics- |