The Kommers, and the rest.

  And if some fool society “Die Wacht am Rhein” should sing, You sing “My Country, ’Tis of Thee”— The tune’s “God Save the King.”

“Die Wacht am Rhein” should sing,

The tune’s “God Save the King.”

  To our own kindred in that land There’s not much you need tell. Just tell them that you saw me, and That I was looking well.

There’s not much you need tell.

That I was looking well.

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[Pg 32]

TO LILLIAN RUSSELL

(A reminiscence of 18—.)

(A reminiscence of 18—.)

  Dear Lillian! (The “dear” one risks; “Miss Russell” were a bit austerer)—  Do you remember Mr. Fiske’s Dramatic Mirror

“Miss Russell” were a bit austerer)—

Dramatic Mirror

  Back when—? (But we’ll not count the years; The way they’ve sped is most surprising.)  You were a trifle in arrears For advertising.

For advertising.

  I brought the bill to your address; I was the Mirror’s bill collector—  In Thespian haunts a more or less Familiar spectre.

Familiar spectre.

  On that (to me) momentous day You dwelt amid the city’s clatter, A few doors west of old Broadway; The street—no matter.

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