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 The Riverside Grave. 
 
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 By Riverside Drive, .<V* r.^^''*"C»«r '''A 
 
 All silent and lone, ^ " ...i q- 1 OCft ' 
 
 Is a small child's .i^rave ' JUR- 1 « O^J^ 
 
 And a weather-worn stone; "* ' 
 A low iron fence 
 
 Marks the place with care, 
 Many are the feet 
 
 That go wand'ring there. 
 
 The years they come, the years they go, 
 The winter storms and summer rains; 
 
 All else is lost — all else forgot — 
 The grave alone remains. 
 
 Just beyond Grant's tomb, 
 Where men come to gaze 
 
 And to speak a word 
 In the hero's praise, 
 
 Is this humble grave 
 Of a by gone day, 
 
 The inscription dim, 
 In rust and decav. 
 
 Copyright, 1H96, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
She Showed Me Just so Much. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIELD. 
 
 I went with Cousin Nellie 
 
 To bu}' a pair of shoes. 
 She said she needed my advice, ^ 
 
 So how could I refuse ? a o C*^ \ 
 
 She settled on an Oxford tie, -<7 ^ 3 
 
 Then asked me " Does it fit ?" ', '^ C-\ ^ 
 
 I told her that I thought so, ^ Q ^ f\ 
 
 But I couldn't see much of it. \^ '\o ^M 
 
 She showed me just so much. , « 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 O ! women do such funny things. 
 Well, — I guess they do. 
 
 " You can look but mustn't touch," 
 They seem to say to you, 
 
 And they have such silks and laces 
 Underneath the clothes they wear. 
 
 As they skip along the street 
 You can'tell that they are there, 
 
 For they'll show you just so nmch, 
 
 I went with Cousin Nellie 
 To buy a pair of hose. 
 
 Carnation pink, all clocked with gold, 
 Size number eight she choose. 
 
 Then going home she tried them on. 
 And asked me, " Aren't they swell?" 
 
 I told her that I thought so, 
 But I couldn't exactly tell, 
 
 She showed me just so nmch. 
 
 One day I found a garter 
 
 With a clasp of turquoise blue, 
 I took it home to Nellie 
 
 And asked "Will it fit you ?" 
 She said she felt quite sure it would, 
 
 If I wished to I could see; 
 And then she quite demurely 
 
 Took a seat upon my knee — 
 She showed me just so much. 
 
 I went with Nellie " biking" 
 One sunny summer day; 
 
 She wore a tiny coat and vest 
 And skirt of Quaker gray. 
 
 She lost her grip and in a ditch 
 She tumbled all pell-mell . 
 
 Her head was down, her feet were up, 
 " Great Scott ! " how she did yell — 
 
 She showed me just so much. 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
From Folly's Glass. 
 
 BY I.KONTINK STANKIKLU. 
 I have kept her picture for years with care, 
 
 And I often jj^aze on her flower-like face, 
 With its warm red mouth and (Uisky eyes 
 
 Half hid neath a corner of Spanish lace. 
 It's foolish I kno.v, but long ago 
 
 We played at " bondsman " and at "queen." 
 I have done the same with a score or more, 
 
 And escaped without a scar, I ween; 
 And we parted, I thought, with little regret. 
 
 And lightly laughed when the farce was o'er. 
 But through all these years she holds me yet — 
 The girl I try to but cannot forget. 
 I have married an angel whom I adore, 
 
 My home is a realm of domestic bliss ; 
 I have wealth and friends and children dear. 
 
 And yet there is, somehow, something amiss. 
 The fire burns low, I light my pipe, 
 
 I turn to my paper and try to read. 
 But between the lines her face I see. 
 
 And the warm red lips for kisses plead ; 
 Then I dream of the time when first we met, 
 
 And I live again the buried past; 
 
 Oh, yes— I'm a fool, I know — and yet 
 
 I wonder — did she find it hard to forget? 
 
 Love's First Sweet Kiss. 
 
 BY LKONTINE vSTANFIELD. 
 
 Out of that mystic realm where hearts abound, 
 
 Where it is Love that makes the world go round. 
 An echo reached me like a sigh of bliss : 
 
 It v,as— that is, I think it was — a kiss — 
 Just an honest love kiss, that's the kind I mean, 
 When the man is twenty and the girl sixteen. 
 RKKKAIN. 
 Gay and merry laughter, 
 Happy careless song. 
 Warm and ardent passion, 
 Manly, true and strong. 
 Shv and tender glances, 
 Pretty little Miss 
 Finds how quite delightful 
 Is love's first sweet kiss. 
 The song that lovers sing can ne'er grow old. 
 
 For hearts touched by ?>os have a charm initold ; 
 On earth there is no greater joy than this : 
 
 A well directed and successful kiss; 
 Thrilling, burning love kiss, that's the kind I mean. 
 When the man is twenty and the girl sixteen. 
 
 Copyright, 1S96, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
Only Astray. 
 
 BV LEONTINE STANFIEI^D. 
 
 When God is deaf the Devil appears — 
 
 That is his wisdom, you see ; 
 And he soothes the poor little human soul 
 
 That cries in its misery. 
 And the poor little soul, alone in the world, 
 
 Timid, blind, and astray, 
 Striving to find, with pleading hands, 
 
 The good and upright way; 
 Lifting its feeble voice so young, 
 
 Like the pipe of a new-born bird, 
 It hungers and thirsts and calls aloud — 
 
 But its God has never heard. 
 vSo the Devil, who listens alway, 
 
 Finds the little soul in distress. 
 And guides its steps to flowery paths, 
 
 Teaching it tenderness. 
 He sings of passion and love, 
 
 And the music seems divine, 
 And the little soul soon grows content, 
 
 As it sips of the poisoned wine. 
 Because it was trusting and weak. 
 
 And its God heard not its cries, 
 "While innocent and only astray 
 
 It enters Hell, and dies. 
 
 The Girl Who'I! Be My Wife. 
 
 KV r.KOXTlXK STANFIKI.D. 
 She is not so awfully handsome. 
 
 She is not .so awfully wi.se. 
 But her voice is full of music 
 
 And there's love-light in her eyes. 
 She is happy and contented. 
 
 And she niakes the be.st of life ; 
 She's the girl 1 love, boys, 
 
 The girl who'll he my wife. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Good little, true little Mary Jane, 
 
 Honest as the day is long ; 
 She is the kind of girl that keeps 
 
 A man from going wrong. 
 
 She is not a very grand lady. 
 
 She has not a long pedigree ; 
 Her parents are poor but worthy, 
 
 And that's enough for me. 
 I can trust her and 1 elieve her 
 
 She'll be faithful all her life ; 
 She's the girl for me, boys, 
 
 The girl who'll be my wife. 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine vStanfield. 
 
The Little Soubrette. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIEI.D. 
 
 She is young, she is trim, she is fair, she is slim, 
 
 With a halo of bright pluffy hair. 
 And a cute, round face, neath a small bit of lace. 
 
 And eyes with a baby -like stare. 
 She sings like a bird, her voice can be heard. 
 
 As gay and fresh as a lark. 
 She can dance, she can kick, in fact she's a brick — 
 
 Is she in it? Well, I should remark. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Whatever she does is done with a buzz, 
 
 She has ginger and plenty of " go," 
 She is way above par, she thinks she should star, 
 
 W'ell, she may, when she raises the " dough." 
 O the soubrette'girl, with her hair in curl, 
 
 Is a hummer by night and by day ; 
 And just out of fun she will " Ininco " your " mon," 
 
 And quite take your breath away. 
 
 She is sweet, she is neat, and she has Trilby feet, 
 She's an up-to-date bicycle girl ; 
 
 She wears bloomer skirts, and my ! how she flirts, 
 Sh'e'sets everything in a whirl; 
 
 She sports a cravat, shirt front and all that, 
 She'll bet op a game of baseball ; 
 
 When it comes to a race or " swnping" an ace 
 Her little " vSoubrettes " has the call. 
 Cho.— But don't you forget,, this sweet violet 
 
 Can put on the gloves now and then, [fight, 
 
 Though a wee little mite, you should just see her 
 And lay out a whole score of men. 
 
 And she says, don't you know, she's the hit of the 
 And her cheek ! it is something sublime ; [show, 
 
 O, you'll never lose sight of this small satellite 
 For she takes the "jack-pot " every time. 
 
 Woman. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIEI^D. 
 "What is woman ?" say you ; well, she's this : 
 
 A creature all white and rose ; 
 She's the link 'twixt Earth and Heaven ; 
 
 She's the fairest flower that grows. 
 As a maiden, she's trusting and tender ; 
 
 In the wife all virtues blend ; 
 As a mother she's strong and reliant ; 
 
 Old age brings a peaceful end. 
 But Hermes created woman : 
 
 From Treason he made her mind ; 
 A poisoned zephyr gave her breath. 
 
 Her words were the empty wind. 
 And Hephaestus made her heart. 
 
 Fusing for it iron and brass ; 
 And man has found her ever thus, 
 
 A polyhedral riddle — Alas ! 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine vStanfield. 
 
My Lady Frou Frou. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIEI^D. 
 A I.EAF FROM ELLA LEE. 
 
 A little soul clung to the sod, 
 
 In the mist of the morning gray : 
 Its body had perished in the night, 
 
 And the little soul was astray. 
 Too fragile a thing to rise, 
 
 Like the breath of a butterfly. 
 It settled itself down by its grave. 
 
 And refused to mount on high. . 
 I left it trembling there, 
 
 And never knew its fate : 
 Or if, perchance, it found 
 
 Its way to the Golden Gate. 
 
 What does become of such gossamer souls, 
 
 Light and white as a lily bell. 
 Too utterly worthless for Heaven, 
 
 And not sinful enough for Hell ? 
 
 The Night Cometh. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIELD. 
 
 Paling light and setting sun. 
 Endless night when day is done. 
 Idle dreamings and songs unsung. 
 Palsied fingers and lute unstrung. 
 The shadows are deep'ning on a silent sea, 
 A chilling blast is borne to me; 
 Farewell, dead hope, farewell ! 
 Farewell, bruised heart, farewell ! 
 
 Farewell, farewell ! 
 Behold ! the ghost of a day long past ! 
 Too late ye come, the die is cast ! 
 The vine is withered, the wine cup dry, 
 The soul is wasted and sightless Ihe eye. 
 The pall is cast upon the tomb, 
 Thine own the hand to work thy doom. 
 Farewell, rash youth, farewell ! 
 Farewell, mad love, farewell ! 
 
 Farewell, farewell ! 
 Why stand ye there, O Phantom Shade ? 
 Thy shroud is done, thy grave is made. 
 Begone ! begone ! leave me alone ; 
 I kneel in prayer, I would atone. 
 Hark ! 'tis the sound of the signal bell — 
 What lies beyond? Ah, who can tell? 
 Farewell, O Life, farewell ! 
 Farewell, O Death, farewell ! 
 
 Farewell — farewell — farewell ! 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
Miranda, O Miranda! 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIKI.D. 
 
 Our cook is fair and forty, 
 
 A healthy Inixoin dame, 
 She is a household treasure, 
 
 So all the family claim. 
 Her dinners are delij^htful, 
 
 There's only one thing wrong, 
 Her sweetheart is a copper, 
 
 Who each night sings this song. 
 
 O ! Miranda, dear Miranda, 
 Meet me, love, by moonlight 
 
 On the back veranda, 
 Bring along a chicken pie. 
 And some Vjeer, for I am dry, 
 A cigar I'd like to try, 
 
 Miranda, O Miranda ! 
 
 The bills are something awful. 
 
 But if I make a kick, 
 Miranda falls to crying, 
 
 And raises the " Old Nick." 
 So I just have to stand it. 
 
 And pay for beer and things, 
 To treat that big fat copper 
 
 Who comes each night and sings. 
 
 The Winds of Fate. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIEI.D. 
 
 Two little lads played by the river, 
 
 One happy as happy could be. 
 The other was born a rover. 
 
 And continually longed for the sea. 
 One loved the peaceful meadows, 
 
 His home and the flowery shore; 
 The other longed for the tempest 
 
 And the ocean's eternal roar. 
 Refrain— 
 The winds of fate blow high, blow low, 
 
 'Twas ever thus, and will be so. 
 One thing alone is sure, 'tis this, 
 
 The winds of Fate blow ever amiss. 
 
 The restless soul dwelt by the river, 
 
 Chained there by Fate's decree, 
 But ever in hopeless sorrow 
 
 His eyes turned toward the sea. 
 The other roamed the world over, 
 
 Lived ever in discord and strife, 
 With a heart always sick with yearning 
 
 For the calm of "his boyhood's life. 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
When the Captain Tried to Sing. 
 
 BY LEONTINE STANFIELD- 
 The pilot knew, so did the crew. 
 The boatswain and the first mate too, 
 That when the Captain filled his glass, 
 That when he drank to a bonny lass, 
 After the toast would come a song; 
 The Captain's voice was loud and strong. 
 Melodious as a big fog horn 
 And anything but heaven-born. 
 The sailors could not get away. 
 On board the ship they had to stay; 
 But how they cussed and how they swor.^, 
 And longed to wallow in his gore, 
 
 When the Captain tried to sing. 
 Chorus. 
 The terrified sea gidls rose with a cry, 
 And paralyzed sunbeams fell from the sky, 
 And the mermaid wiped a tear from her eye, 
 
 When the Captain tried to sing. 
 The whale turned tail and began to spout. 
 And the porpoise howled, " O you get out," 
 And the sea-dog said " It gave him the gout," 
 
 When the Captain tried to sing. 
 The sails broke loose and blew awav. 
 The quarter deck took wings one day, 
 The spars gave out. the main mast fell — 
 That did not stop the Captain's yell. 
 He kept right on his roundela\-: 
 The men grew weak, their hair turned gray. 
 The boatswain and the first mate died. 
 The cook jumped out into the tide ; 
 The pilot followed, then the crew. 
 The big ship broke and went down too; 
 A shark bit off the Captain's head. 
 The eels were shocked, the fishes fled, 
 
 When the Captain tried to sing. 
 
 Chinese Love Song. 
 
 BY I,EOXTlXE ST.^.XFIELD. 
 Enchanting maid of beauty rare, 
 With almond e\-e and ebon hair, 
 And velvet cheek of suntouched hue, 
 And sweetest lips love ever knew ; 
 A kiss I crave, a boon divine, 
 Let soul meet soul and intertwine. 
 O tenderly about me cast 
 Your slender arms and hold me fast. 
 Ah, kiss me, sweet, until I feel 
 My trembling limbs and senses reel. 
 My voice grow dumb, my eyesight dim. 
 While heart and brain in rapture swim. 
 With love's sweet kiss naught can compare, 
 And for that kiss all things I'd dare ! 
 Touch but my lips and with a sigh. 
 In ecstasy O let me die. 
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Leontine Stanfield. 
 
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