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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
TO E. H. S.
Upon the publication of "A Lone Star Bo-Peep."
YOU'VE made the fatal plunge at last;
Your book is out, by Bacchus.
Before the public it has passed,
Where critics score and whack us.
Your book is out, by Bacchus.
Before the public it has passed,
Where critics score and whack us.
The "Literary World" has praised;
You've "caught" the "Brooklyn Eagle";
While other sheets their voice have raised
To give you honors regal.
You've "caught" the "Brooklyn Eagle";
While other sheets their voice have raised
To give you honors regal.
For you "James Wily" pours the drinks,
And things are "smart" at Brady,
And in your purse the money chinks,
But my sad muse is shady.
And things are "smart" at Brady,
And in your purse the money chinks,
But my sad muse is shady.
