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know, A semi-tragic scene. The garden hose, obscured from view, Turned on itself and drenched the two-- A hapless circumstance That lengthened out her "frizzes" new, But shrunk his Sunday pants. Remember this was years agone-- The madcap now hath sober grown And hose is better wrought, And neither now would run alone The risk of being caught. On the Common. We met on "Boston Common"-- Of course it was by chance-- A sudden, unexpected, But happy circumstance That gave the dull October day A beautiful, refulgent ray. Like wandering refugees from A city of renown, Impelled to reconnoiter This Massachusetts town, Each by a common object urged, Upon the park our paths converged. Good nature, bubbling over In healthy, hearty laughs, And little lavish speeches Like pleasant paragraphs, The kind regard, unstudied joke, His true felicity bespoke. A bit of doleful knowledge Confided unto me, About the way the doctors-- Who never could agree-- His knees had tortured, softly drew My sympathy and humor, too. I hoped he wouldn't lose them, And languish in the dumps By having to quadrille on A pair of polished stumps-- But a corky limb, though one might dread, Isn't half as bad as a wooden head. He censured those empirics Who never heal an ill, Though bound by their diplomas To either cure or kill, Who should, with ignominy crowned, Their patients follow--under ground. I left him at the foot of "The Soldiers' Monument," With incoherent mutterings-- As though 'twere his intent To turn the sod, a rod or two, And sleep beside the "boys in blue." In Hartford's charming circles His bonhommie I miss, And having never seen him From that day unto this, I think of him with much regret As lying--with the soldiers--yet. Woman's Help. Sometimes I long to write an ode And magnify his name, The man of honor, on the road To opulence and fame, On whom was never aid bestowed By any helpful dame. To all the world I fain would show That talent widely known, Rare eloquence, of burning glow To melt a heart of stone, That all his gifts, a dazzling row,
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