"Yes, I'm here, I suppose you're delighted: You'd heard I was not coming down! Why I've been here a week! 'rather early' I know, but it's horrid in town
Shining patent-leather, Tie of spotless white; Through the muddy weather Rushing 'round till night. Gutters all o'erflowing, Like Niagara Falls; Bless me! this is pleasant,...
Summer is over, and the leaves are falling, Gold, fire-enamelled in the glowing sun; The sobbing pinetop, the cicada calling Chime men to vesper-musing, day is done. ...