Law Student, and Notary Public in and for the said County of Storey, and Territory of Nevada.

   To Miss Mary Links, Virginia (and may the laws have her in their holy keeping).

    Never much on stirrin' roun'

    (Sich warn't his desire),

    Allers certain to be foun'

    Settin' by the fire.

    When the frost wuz comin' down—

    Col' win' creepin' nigher,

    Spent each day jest thataway—

    Settin' by the fire.

    When the dancin' shook the groun'—

    Raised the ol' roof higher,

    Never swung the gals eroun'—

    Sot thar' by the fire.

    Same ol' corner night an' day—

    Never 'peared to tire;

    Not a blessed word to say!

    Jest sot by the fire.

    When he died, by slow degrees,

    Folks said: "He's gone higher;"

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