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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER.
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The Two Orphans... ... .... 1| The Land of Dreams ............ 8
Two Orphans; or, the Brooklyn _| I'd Offer Thee this Hand of Mine 8
WO sytis as sf an cine « eta teens 2 | When the Swallows homeward fly 8
Little Cherry Blossom...... .... 2| Write to Me Over the Water, Love 9
Be VORPS BGO Rs: cos cvisce bebe asa 2'| Unele Gabrioligs: 3.0/6 75. tant. ot 9
SENG CAMDEN S15. Sipe kas aslo’ vice 2) Will You Love Me Then as Now?. 9
The Haunted Stream... .. aos. 3 | ROSe-Marip 5. <> tL aes 2 9
They Don’t Wish Me at Home.... 3 | Old Uncle Edward..............-. 9
Jersey Samy (2.0) Sk ee 8 Cook Burgundy Bens.5 ..5<.s54) ae
When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home.. 3 | The Ivy Green..................- 10
The Yellow Coin............ "4 | Mand Belatipns . 43. sas scares 10
Sweet Dolly Boone! ..._.. .. 4| Young Ladies, Listen to Me..... 10
Every Home has Lost a Darling../4 | She’s Bright as the Morning Star 11
Oh, God, Preserve the Mariner... 4 | Over on the Other Shore......... il
Will you Meet Me, Little Loved | Roll On, Silver Moon............. il
OHOl 2. sccm .__. sees. &| Rat-catcher’s Daughter......... iL
It’s Just What I Might Have Ex- Oh, Wouldn’t You Like to Know 12
ICUOR. iin Vises owls uh'g'dt sd aa ose 5 | Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker.... 12
Rustic Mary...:..2...2.. . Si} Mary ofiArpyle }. 5... wees 12
Nothing Else To Do ..... Thou Art Gone from My Gaze. . 12

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The Rose of Allandale.... .. 5| Maggie, Darling, 1am Coming. . 12
Tis Midnight Hour......... .. 5| A Merry-go-Round; or, Gay as a ”
i TARE i Se esas

Wepre ls uy scree erste Leetene

The Woman that Lives Next Door 6 | Oft in the Stilly Night

Lend a Helping Hand............ 6| Maria Jones ..

Paddy on the Canal ....... .. 6| The Lily of the West 13
Loris BenOUe 35.77 ; Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?...... 13
The Ingle Side. ......4... ct Across the 13
Meet Me by Moonlight... The Spade,

Poor Old Maids ... .. Umbrella Co nS

Kissing Thro’ the Fence The Gambler’s Wife

Anything for Harry.... . ‘ The Tail iv Me Coat...

 

 

THE TWO ORPHANS.

Copied by permission of Spzar & Desnuorr, 717 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents, ;

Boru. No doubt you've heard of us before,

We're known both far and wide,

In many towns we’ve made furore,
With other stars we've vied!

They’ve all at last succumb’d to us,
They found we were the tough ones!

For we are the originals—
The world renown’d Two Orphans.

Cxaorvs—Oh, yes, we are the Orphans,
The world-renown’d Two Orphans}
Our parents threw us‘on the world
At a very tender age;
But then we’re very plucky,
And also very lucky,
And we mounted up the ladder
Until we became the rage.

Now here’s my brother, big and stout,
The cause of it is plain:
He eats enough to have the gout,
And then he does complain!
For others he don’t care a fig,
I tell you he’s a < one!
But he’s all right, the public say—
He’s one of the Two Orphans. (CHoRus.)

This brother, mine, he thinks he’s some,
He travels on his shape,

But then, you see he’s not half done,
He is very like an’ape.

He’s full of affectation, yes,
He is a perfect muffin!

But what of that? they’re satisfied—
This is the other Orphan. (CzorRUS.)

You see that we’re contented,

And the eo seek for us;
We're the biggest cards invented—

I’ve no doubt you’ve oft seen worse!
We jog along so easy-like,

e’re not what you call gruff ones—

So do not pause, but give applause

To us, the noted Orphans. (CHORUS.

 
 

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) Two Orphans; or, The Brooklyn Fire ;

Copied by permission of Spear & Deunnorr, v7 Broadway, New York,’

owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents.
® Composed and sung by P. J. Downey.

The evening’s bright stars they were shining,
The moonbeams.shone clear on our land,
Our city was in peace and quietness,
The hour of midnight near at hand.
‘But hark! do you hear the cry? fire!
How dismal those bells they do sound;
Our Brooklyn Theater is burning!
Alas, burning fast to the ground.

CHORUS—We ne’er can forget the ‘Two Orphans,”

Bad luck seems to be in its wake;
= It seems'it were brought in our city %
The lives of our dear friends to take.

The doors they were open at seven,
The curtain was rolled up at eight;
Them that had got seats they were happy—
Outside they were mad that were late.
The play it went on very smoothly,
Till sparks from the scenes they did fly;
It’s then that men, women and children,
“ Oh, God, save our lives!” they did ery. (CHoRus.)

Next morn in among those black ruins,
Oh, God, what a sight met oureyes! — -
The dead they were lying in all shapes;
Some there that none could recognize!
Poor mothers there weeping and crying,
For sons that were out all that night;
Oh, God, let their souls rest in Heaven,
. Among the innocent and bright. (CHoRUs.).

What means this large gathering of people,
Upon such a coli dreary day?
Or, what means this long line of hearses,
With tops plumed in feathery array?
Far out to the cemetery of Greenwood,
Where the wind makes the loné willow sigh,
*Tis there where the funeral is going,
The poor unknown dead there to lie, (CHORUS.)

Little Cherry Blossom.

pled by perfiission of H. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York,owner

of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents.

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The red, red rose that lovely grows,
And blushes like a maiden,
Keeps nodding to the gentle breeze,
With rosy perfume laden;
To greet a little tiny elf,
For her my heart is yearning;
And lately I am scarce myself,
My breast with love is burning.

€xorvs—Little Cherry Blossom, will you love me?

Little Cherry Blossom, will you wed me?
While the stars are twinkling,in the silent dell,
Such a tale of love I’ll tell thee!
Ob! little Cherry Blossori, will you love me?
Little Cherry Blossom, wills you wed me?
When the stars are twinkling in the silent dell,
Such a tale of love I'll tell thee! (DANCE.)

The lily all proclaim so fair, f
She is the queen of flowers;
The rose, they say, conveys true love,
Mid Cupid’s shining bowers;
The pansy says, ‘‘ Forget me not!”
The laurel crowns with glory ©
The one that’s fairér than the lot,
The subject of my story. (CHoRUS*AND DANCE.)

The dew upon the rose is like ,

The tears that she is shedding,
Impatient for a day to come,

For soon there'll be a wedding;
And from life’s garden I shall cull |
_ A fair and fragrant flower, 7
And keep it blooming all my, life,
~ Within love’s happy bower.
(CHORUS AND DANCE.)

 

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A YEAR AGO. ine
Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponn & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright. Music and words, 50 cents,
If in your mirth I. take no part,
Your pastimes seem to slight,
Oh! think what chanc’d a year ago,
And bear with me to-night.
A year ago before the priest
I stood, my troth to plight!
He came not—tis but twelve months since—
Then bear with me to-night!
| A year ago, before the priest
I stood, my troth to plight!
He came not—'tis but a year ago,
He came not—’tis but a year ago,.
Then bear with me, then bear with me,
Oh! bear with me to-night.

A year ago my bridal wreath
I hid away from sight;

I touch’d its wither’d leaves just now,
So bear with me to-hight.

A year ago my bridal wreath
IT hid away from sight;

I touch’d its wither’d leaves just now,
So bear with me to-night.

And, if his mem’ry haunts me still
With undiminish’d might,

Chide me to-morrow, if you will,

Ah! chide me to-morrow, if you will,

But let me weep, but let me weep,
Oh! let me weep to-night.

Chide me to-morrow, but let me weep,
Let me weep to-night.

“THE CALIBAR.” -

Copied by permission of E. H, Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
be pret of the covyright. Music and words, 10 cents. ;

Oh! once I was a waterman, and lived at home at ease;

But now Iam a mariner and plow the angry seas;

I thought I’d like a seafaring life, and visit lands afar, ,

So I ship’d as cook and steward, my boys, on board the Calibar.

CHORUS. m
Haul away, my hearties! we're bound for lands afar,
As we sail away trom Calico Bay, on board the Calibar.

Our ship she lay at anchor, in the fam’d Jersey canal;

She was a brave and noble ship, describe her now I shall,

Her first saloon was on her deck, down a ladder thro’ a big hole, ©

And we were bound for the Sandwich Isles, to get a big load of
coal, * (CHORUS.)

‘Our captain was the noblest man that ever sailed on sea:
His nose was red, his eyes were green, and his mouth as big as
three, ,
No one could beat him drinking grog, search both near and far,
And his wife she was chief mate, my boys, on board the Calibar.
(CHORUS. )

We sailed away with spirits gay, all from our native shore,

And Harrigan then, sung for the men “The hat my father wore;”

We all joined in the chorus, when the man upon the mast :

Yelled out, “A strange, piratical ship bears down upon Us fast.” —
: (CHOoRUS.)

Our gallant captain gaye command, “For action clear the deck!” rf
When the man at the wheel fell thro’ the hole and nearly broke —
his neck; : i ay
I shouted out to my messmates till I was black in the face,
But she turned out to be a Chinaman and was bound for St.
Mark’s Place. . (CHoRUs.) —

We sailed three days before the wind, till our water it got short,
When every minute to each man, was allowed a quart; Ce
We were in latitude 101; no land for many a mile, ee
And all the provisions we had on board, was a bottle of castor —
il, (Cuonvs.)
We fell’ in with a ferry boat, bound fora foreign shore, =
Says I, “Thunder and sparables, my boys, I'll go to seano more!” _
We had to steer East, West, North, and South, to keep clear of
ae the ships i the bay, Cit on f am er ad
ten years after that, my boys, we Jandec vit sroad way.
vey ! page Phot ae *; Cuorus.)

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| “The Haunted Stream.

Published by B. H. Harpre, ees New York. Music and words,
bee ney cents. :
‘Come with me to the haunted stream,
In the forest far away;
Where the moonlight dips its silver beam,
And the elfin fairies play.
‘Come with me, come with me,
Come with me to the haunted stream.

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“ And there by the waters glancing bright,
Beneath the moon so cold,
I will sing to thee of a gallant knight,
And a fairy queen of of old,
I will sing to thee of a gallant knigbt,
And a fairy queen of old.”

Come with me to the haunted stream,
In the forest far away;
Where the moonlight dips its silver beam
, And the elfin fairies play.
Come with me, come with me,
Come with me to the haunted stream.

The fay queen came like an earthly maid,
With the glance of virgin pride,

She breath’d him many a vow, ’tis said,
And sued to be his bride,

Saying, ‘‘ Come with me, come with me,

Come with me to the haunted stream.”

Beneath that stream was her palace fair,
(The witless knight she told,)

Its roof was of the diamonds rare,
Its walls were lined with gold,

Its roof was of the diamonds rare,
Its walls were lined with gold.

Come with me to the haunted stream,
In the forest far away; j
Where the moonlight dips its silver beam,
And the elfin fairies play.
Come with me, come with me,
Come with me to the haunted stream,

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They Don’t Wish Me at Home.

They don’t wish me at home, though they miss me,
*T would be a great assurance, I fear,
To think for a moment some soft one
Would say, ‘‘I wish Toby were here.”
Although the poor tom-cat at the fireside
May think of poor me as I roam,
yes, I’d be green beyond measure
_ To think they do wish me at home.

Dark nights were my joy for this reason:
Some orchard I'd visit alone;

Next morning some farmer would mention
a My name with some fruit that was gone.
But now fruits are safe from all danger,

None’s miss’d since poor Toby’s away;
And the neighbors all wish I may never
Return from the place where I stay.

I forgot not my place at the table,
When “ grub-time ” was fast drawing nigh;
- Then the “‘ vittles ” that lay all around me
Disappear’d in the wink of an eye.
Now, when my poor supper is over,
I spread myself out for a snore,
Oh, I dream of the fruits in the garden,
And think myself happy once more.

Oh! I wish I was home, though they quiz me
And jaw me from morning till night;
Td finger the peach-trees around me—
The farmers should stare with affright.
Although they would give me no welcome,
I'd not be less bold than before; i
_ Their, fruit they shall miss by the bushel,
__ Because I am with them once more.

|The world, they say, has been improved, but I should like to

 

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JERSEY SAM.

Copyrighted by C. Brume. Published by Freperick Buumn, 861 Broad-
; way, New York. Music and words, 35 cents. “

Oh! I was born in Jersey, and of that Im going to sing;

And yet it seems but yesterday, for time is on the wing,

I went ’way down to New-Orleans, and there I fought the foe,
Along with Hickory Jackson, some fifty years ago.

CHORUS.
For I am one of the olden time, and may be thought too gay, ©
But I’m Jersey Sam the Farmers’ man, Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

I bear the name of Samuel, though some, they call me Sam,
And through this world I rove along as happy as I can;

know,
If folks are any better now, than fifty years ago. (CHORUS.)

When I was young, then boys were boys, and went to bed at ten,
But now, when they are twelve years old, they think that they
are men;
You'll hear them call for rum and beer, and »smoke cigars,
heigh-o! ;
What would our parents have thought of that, some fifty years
ago? (CHORUS.) °

At midnight, too, one hears young men, with husky voices sing
That ‘‘ Champagne Charlie” is their name, and they know it’s

no such thing; :
They go to bed with a headache, at least they tell us so, i
I never heard of such a thing, some fifty years ago. :

Cuorvs—For Iam one of the good old time, etc.

The women, of the present time, they can not draw a line;

But wear our hats and jackets, and appear quite masculine:

‘They wear false hair, for it’s the style, and call it theirown, you
know— vo

But our girls would scorn to wear a wig, some fifty years ago.

Cuorus—For I am one of the good old time, etc.

When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home.

Copied by permission of RusseLt & oon! Boston, owners of the copy-
right. .

In the sky the bright stars glitter’d,
On the grass the moonlight fell,
Hush’d the sound of daylight bustle,
Closed the pink-eyed pimpernel.
As adown the moss-grown wood \path \
Where the cattle love to roam,
From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party,
I was seeing Nellie home.

Crorus—In the sky the bright stars glitter’d,
On the grass the moonlight shone, |
From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party
I was seeing Nellie home.

When the autumn tinged the green-wood,
Turning all its leaves to gold,
In the lawn by the elders shaded,
I my love to Nellie told.
How I blest the August evening,
On the star-bespangled dome,
As we stood together gazing,
When I saw sweet Nellie home. (CHOoRUS.)

White hairs mingle with my tresses,
Furrows stealing on my brow,
But a love smile cheers and blesses
Life’s declining moments now. .
Matron in the snowy kerchief,
Closer to my bosom come,
Tell me, dost thou still remember : WAL Sas
When I saw thee, sweet Nellie, home? (CHoRUs.)

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- THE YELLOW COIN.
: cae a by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents.

Some fellows I know will make a show,
And sometimes like a rocket,
They startle the town but soon come down,
When they’ve an empty pocket.
‘ Although I admit they make a hit,
They’re sure to come to smash,
So tho’ I am gay, I have a way
Of sticking to the cash.
Spoxen—I must confess that my weakness consists principally
in taking care of myself and sticking close to the cash, and I take
_ for my motto:

CHorvs—Coin, coin, yellow coin,
Give me the golden coin,
For I’ve always found
There’s a magical sound
In the ring of the yellow coin.

Young couples we see of low degree,
Rush into matrimony,

But love in a cot they find is not
Composed of milk and honey;

They never would make so great a mistake,
As thus their hands to join,

If they but knew what they’d go through,
For want of yellow coin.

Spoxen—Yes, love is a very pretty picture till the paint comes
off, and as so many young ladies are now great painters, I would
advise you gentlemen before you’ve picked your picture to see
that it has a good yellow ground; that’s the best ground to work
upon. When I am asked what complexion I prefer, I say; (CHo.)

At billiards or pool a soft young fool
Will play with smarter fellows,

But very soon rues, and gets the blues,
If he should lose the yellows. 4

Dame Fortune will come all smiling to some
Who wager on a race,

But most who bet will find they get

) Mis(s)fortune in her place.

Spoxrn—Yes, I can’t say I believe in betting, and whena man
becomes a bettor I always think it’s a bettor for worse. I like to
put a pound or two on the favorite for the Derby, but beyond
that I don’t favor it at all, but say: (CHORUS.)

1 know that a friend a pound will lend,
But after once or twice,

You'll find him get shy and pass you by,

@Or give you good advice;

Though jolly and fast you’d find at last,
His friendship would get cold,

So I contend the fastest friend,
Is still the yellow gold.

Spoxen—Yes! when you were hard up your friend would send
you a nice letter and his portrait, but forget to send you a por-
trait of Her Majesty in gold, which would be more welcome, so I
say again; (CHORUS.)

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[Written for the Siverr’s Liprary.]

SWEET DOLLY BOONE!
A song and dance by J. Grirrin HALL,
As I walked out one evening in the merry month of May,

‘

|) I chanced to meet a lady going across the way;

She had a bunch of roses, the sweetest of perfume,
| She smiled and told me that her name was Miss Dolly Boone,

Crorus—She was such a charmer, (BREAK)
I swore that none should harm her. (BREAK)
Oh! I met her on the corner,
And I knew I was a goner,
You can kill me for a ’coon,
For my sweet Dolly Boone.

_ Next time I met dis gay young girl was at the theater,
She ask me if I would be so kind as to lace up her gaiter;
So I stooped down on that evening in the jolly month of June,
And laced up de gaiter for my sweet Dolly Boone. (CHORUS.)

Now we are going to get married on next Sunday night,
And now you people we are not a-going to slight;
You are welcome if you will come up to my room,
To see me married to my sweet Dolly Boone. (CHORUS.)

 

Every Home Has Lost a Darling.

Copied by permission of Wa. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
“ 4a

owners of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cen’

One by one, they wander from us,
And we linger, ’mid our tears;
But their sweet and loving mem’ries
Blossom thro’ the lonely years.
Oh, the yearning hearts around us,

Oh, the footsteps heard no more!
Ev’ry home has lost a darling,
Some ciear loved one gone before.

Cuorvus—They are waiting o’er the river,
Where the strife and pain are o’er!
Ev’ry home has lost a darling,
Some dear loved one gone before!

Day by day, we miss their faces,
And we wander on alone;

But we know each fleeting moment
Brings us nearer to our own.

Oh, the bliss to meet our loved ones
Once again on yonder shore!

Ev’ry home shall find its darling,
Sweet, sweet darling gone before.

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(CHORUS.)

| Oh, God, Preserve the Mariner,

Copied by permission of Firrn, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.
Oh, God! preserve the mariner,
When o’er the troubled deep
The rolling thunder—lightning flash,
And howling tempests sweep;
When like a reed, the tall mast shakes,
And human art is vain,
Ob, God! restore the mariner
To home, dear home, again,

The sailor’s wife sinks down to rest,
But dreams disturb her sleep,

She starts to hear the hollow wind,
And turns aside to weep;

She clasps her baby, and she prays,
Through tears like falling rain:

**Oh, God! restore the mariner,

To home, dear home again.”

The widow for her darling child,

Her bosom’s only joy,
_ Invokes the Power that rules the storm,

For blessings on her boy;

When ruin lurketh in the cloud,
And death sweeps o’er the main,

Ob, God! restore the mariner, ,
To home, dear home again.

[Written for the Srnazr’s Lrprary.]

Will You Meet Me, Little Loved One?

BY JAMES 8. YOUNG.

Will you meet me, little loved one
At the trysting tree of yore,
When the golden Moon is rising
And the song-bird sings no more?
T have something dear to tell you
That requires your presence there—
Will you meet me, little loved one?
‘Will you meet me, will you dear?

Cxorvs—Will you meet me, little loved one,
At the trysting tree of yore?
When the golden moon is rising

And the song-bird sings no more?

When you meet me, bear a smile, love,
Let your heart be gay and free; ~
Let bright gladness fill your eyes, love,
For this world you are to me;
Let your laugh be soft and mellow,
Let your words be kind and true;
Then, remember, meet me, darling— >
Meet me, loved one, meet me, do! (Crorvs.)

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

It's 5 ust ‘What I Might Have Ts.
a pected.

bce by permission of E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
of the copyright. Music and words, 1 cents.

I’m a very unfortunate man,

By ill-luck I’ve been always attended,
Since first my existence began,

I suppose ’twill be so till it’s ended.
T’ve ceased to expect any favor

From fortune, or deem I’m neglected;
Tsay to her cruel behavior,

It’s just what I might have expected!

CxHorvUS—But I long since have ceased to regret
That I’ve been by dame fortune neglected;
It is no use to worry or fret,
It is just what I might have expected!

Last night I was asked out to dine,
By some friends, and of course I accepted;
The table was certainly fine,
The wine was by no means neglected;
They stole from the room, one by one,
Their little arrangements perfected,
And left me to pay for the fun,
It was just what I might have expected! (CHo.)

I courted a girl for awhile,
And thought if I only could get her
To marry, and on me to smile,
My prospect in life might be better.
At last, I had made up my mind
To ask if her choice she’d selected?
Her answer was—well, never mind—
It was just what I might have expected! (CHOo.)

But now I am married, and still,

The cloud o’er my life is no brighter;
My wife has a temper and will,

She is also a great ‘“‘ woman’s righter!”
And when I go home late at night,

She says I look very dejected!

» In fact, she insists that I’m tight,
But it’s just what I might have expected! (CHo.)

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[Written for the Sivcrr’s Liprary.]

RUSTIC MARY.

Oh, Mary, thy name is a fountain of joy,

A sweet loving treasure to me;

‘Your eyes are more bright than ‘the stars in the sky,
Or the rippling streams of the lea;

And never a thought ever enters my heart,
_ No matter how far off I roam,

But the fond dancing eye and the sweet roguish art
Of my own darling, Mary at home.

Cnuorus—Oh Mary, my own rustic love,
7 I know that our parting is pain;
Those stars sweetly beaming above
Will shine o’er us gently again—
Those stars sweetly beaming above
Will shine o’er us gently again,

Oh Mary, thou queen of the woodland and dell,
_ None ever was fair or more true;
Like the beautiful waves of the ocean that swell,
My heart beats in silence for you;
And often in dreams when I am far away
In my breast is a beacon of light,
Thy sweet form is present by night and by day—
It fills me with loving delight. (CHoRUs.)

_ My mind often wanders to days that have fled—
Those sweet happy days of the past;

. Those days full of sunshine and roses—then a
Have veee I Tages overcast,

- While memory rs fondly away

To my darling Mary at home, |

I often and earnestly, silently pray
‘Tho’ miles aie the ocean's a bine: foam.

 

Nothing Else To Do.

Copied by permission of RussELn & ee | Boston, owners of the copy-
right.

The summer is ended, the harvest is gone,
I’ve mowed all my meadows, I’ve housed all my corn;
And sweet Katie's cottage stood fair to my view,
And so I went a-courting, I’d nothing else to do.
Nothing else to do,
Nothing else to do,
And so I went a-courting,
For I’d nothing else to do.

I met my sweet Katie, and down we did sit,

And there we commenced a murmuring chat,

I told her I loved her, to try if she loved too,

Ikiss’d her sweet lips, for I’d nothing else to do,
Nothing else to do, ete.

Oh, down in yonder village we straight took our way,

We met Father Hagan so honest and gay;

I gave him his fees to make one of us two,

And so we got married, we’d nothing else to do.
Nothing else to do, etc.

And now I’m married, and live in content,

And those I left behind me, I leave to lament; .

I love my parents and friends, that is true,

And somebody else, when I’ve nothing else to do,
Nothing else to do, etc.

Tis well to remember and bear in mind,

A constant companion is hard for to find;

And when you find one that is constant and true,

Cherish her even if you’ve something else to do.
Nothing else to do, etc.

The Rose of Allandale.

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o’er the sea,
When Mary left ber highland cot,
And wandered forth with me;»
Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,
And fragrance filled the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there,
Was the Rose of Allandale.

‘Where’er I wander’d, east or west,
Though fate began to lower,

A solace still was she to me,
In sorrow’s lonely hour;

‘When tempest lashed our gallant bark, ;
And rent ber shivering sail,

One maiden form withstood the storm,
*Twas the Rose of Allandale.

And when my fevered lips were parch’d —
On Afric’s burning sand,

She whisper’d hopes of“ happiness,
And tales of distant land; —

My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune’s gale,

Had fate not Jink’d my lot with hers,
The Rose of Allandale,

*TIS MIDNIGHT HOUR.

’Tis midnight hour, the moon shines bright,
The dew-drops play beneath her ray;

The twinkling stars their trembling light,
Like beauty’s eyes, display.

Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart
Some tender dream may idly play,

For midnight song with magic art,
Shall chase that dream away.

’Tis midnight hour, from flower to flower
The wayward zephyr floats along,
Or lingers in some shady bower,
To hear the night-bira’s song.
_ Then sleep no more, though *round thy heart
Some tender dream may idly play,
_ For midnight song with magic art,
Shall chase a dream away.

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by E. H. Harding, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents.

I like to see round me some jolly good chums,

Who carelessly Jaugh at each trouble that comes,

With hearts that are true when their friendship you try,
And are good for a jolly few hours to cry,

Crorus—‘ Encore, encore! we'll have one glass more,
Encore, encore! we must have one more,
Encore, encére! and then au revoir,
And we'll all go sailing home.”

Some sing loud the praises, of cheap foreign wine,
But no—aot for me! I must ‘beg to decline,”
The right proper drink for a true jolly dog

Is a stiff steaming glass of good English grog. (CHORUS.)

* For those who’d be merry, I know of a ‘‘Den,”
Where always are found merry, good, solid men!
Who admire good fellowship, love a sweet lass,

’ And pay their devotions to many a glass. (CxoRw3.)

Tho’ many a glass to the lips there may rise,
‘We remember the maxim of “‘ Merry and wise!”
Not one who’s a nose that’s inclined to be red,
Not one but what knows how to climb into bed.

Spoxen—aAnd to sleep, ‘‘ perchance to dream!” that the foun-
tains in Trafalgar Square are spouting forth whisky, and Sir
Wilfrid Lawson playing at public-house, serving it out, and ina
most “elevated” state of jollity singing— (CHORUS.)

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[Written for the Srvcrr’s LrBrAry.]

The Woman That Lives Next Door.

BY HARRY BURNS.

We're living above in a tenement house,
And have the divil’s own time, you see,
With all the neighbors in the block,
Sure we always can agree; +
But there’s one old beldame in the square
And. she has lip galore,
And oh, but she is a fearful sight—
_ ds this woman that lives next door,

_ Convs—When a youngster shouted, ‘‘ Cheese it, Kully fe:
Lord, how she ripped and tore!
And oh, we had such a fearful time
With the woman that lives next door,

You would think to see her hunting news

That she was reporting for the press,
When it’s only for the benefit

Of the neighbors round, no less.
She keeps both eyes cocked over the fence—

less me, but she’s a bore!

And oh, but she is a fearful sight—

Is this woman that lives next door. (CHoRUS.)

Neither birth nor marriage, wake or spree,
Sure it couldn’t get along at all,

And bad luck would attend it, machree!
That is, if she did not call.

There’s no event that ever took place
That she didn’t know before,

And oh, but she is a fearful sight—
Is this woman that lives next door.

If I only come home late at night
She’ will be round to’see the cause,

And there’s no lawyer in the State
That better knows the laws.

Whenever she hears a simple tale
She adds to it forty more,

_ And oh, but she is a dreadful beast—
~ Ts this woman that lives next door. (CHorvs.)

She’s bound to know all the ins and outs
| Of every little thing that is —,
Besides she knows the history
_ Of almost every one;
And © at giving gratis good advice
pert 2 but ee to the fore, ;
oN “And oy t she is a fearful beast—
: sane woman ot: =* next door. ‘(Cuonvs.)

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‘Tend a Helping pS

Published by E. H. Harprve, eee New York. Music and words
cen

When flow’rs of fortune bloom around,
And life sheds sunny rays, :

We'll share those blessings we have found,
With friends of other days. ,

Thus to relieve the aching heart,
The means at our command,

‘We each should gladly spare a part,
And lend a helping band,

We each should gladly spare a part,
And lend a helping hand.

‘When troubles burden those we know,
Or tears of sorrow rain,

*Tis then we can some aid bestow,
To ease the mental pain;

For sympathy would soothe and cheer,
Did we but take a’ stand

Beside the couch of suff’ring near,
And lend a helping hand,

Beside the couch of suff’ring near,
And lend a helping hand.

Whatever be our rank on earth,
Tis well to recollect,

‘There’s nothing in the pride of birth,
Unless we win respect.

Some may be scar’d and turn away
From poverty’s sharp brand,

But the dread foe we'll try to stay,
And lend a helping hand,

But the dread foe we’ll try to stay,
And lend a helping hand.

Paddy on the Canal.

When I landed in sweet Philadelphia, the weather was lena;
and clear,

I did not stay long in the city, as quickly I shall let you hear.

I did not stay long in the city, for it happen’d to be in the fall,

I never reef’d a sail in my rigging, till I anchor’d out on the :

canal. i ee

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Cxorus—So fare you well, father and mother,
Likewise to old Ireland too;
So fare you well, sister and brother, .
So kindly I'll bid you adieu.

When I came to this wonderful rampire, it fill’d me with the
greatest surprise,
To see suck a great undertaking, on the like I never open’d my
eyes )
To oe. fall a thousand brave fellows at work among mountains |

‘o tall,
To dig tiragh the valleys so level, through rocks for to cut a
canal. (CHORUS.)

I enter’d with them for a season, my monthly pay for to draw,
And being in very good humor, [ often sung Erin Go Bragh. — sid
Our provision it was very plenty, to complain we'd no reason at

I had money in every pocket while working upon the taal a
(CHoRUS.) —

! I learnt to be very Mandy, to use both the shovel and spade,

I learnt the whole art of canalling—I think it an excellent trad

I learned to be very handy, although I was not very tall, :

I could handle the sprig of shillelah, with the best man oe the
canal. (CHoR US.) i

I being an entire stranger, be sure I had not much to say,

.

The boss came round in a hurry, says, ‘Boys, it is grog-time

a-day ;”
We all marched up in good order, he was father now unto aa,
Sure I wish’d myself from that moment to Be working upon the
canal, (CHoRUSs.)

When at night we all ‘rest from our labor, be sure but our rent
is all paid,

| We lay down our aa and our shovel, likewise our ax and our

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“LOUIS RENOUF.

: “Poe by E. H. ea nas Fe New York. Music and words,
4

ot all good things that’s here on earth,
To Champagne I incline,

The horse I drive, the girl I love,
A glass of sparkling wine.

Then a fig for the world and its troubles,
The sun upon me will shine.

The girl I love, the horse I drive,
A glass of sparkling wine,

The girl I love, the horse I drive,

| fs A glass of sparkling wipe.

- CnoRvs—For Louis Renouf’s the wine for me,
Sparkling as the bright blue sea;
Where’er I go, where’er I be,

I drink nothing but Renouf, Renouf,
For Louis Renouf’s the wine for me,
Sparkling as the bright blue sea;
Where’er I go, where’er I be,

Louis Renouf for me. ~

When courting time with us begins,
And love is in its prime,
The only fellow for making love,
Is he who drinks his wine.
You never find him bashful,
The wine fills him with life,
He don’t speak unheard, but out with the word,
“Will you be mine own darling wife?” (CHORUS.)

And when old age creeps on the scene,
Our hair is turning gray,
Louis Renouf fills us with life,
And makes us young as May.
Then happy’s the man that is married,
To the girl he’s made his wife,
The horse he drives, the wine he drinks,
Then he’s led a jolly good life. (Cnrorus.)

THE INGLE SIDE.

It’s rare to see the morning breeze,
' Like a bonfire frae the sea;

It’s fair to see the burnie kiss

The lip o’ the flowery lea.

An’ fine it is on green hillside,
_ Where hums the busy bee;

But rarer, fairer, finer far,

\ Is the Ingle side for me.

Glens may be gilt wi’ gowans fair,
The birds may fill the tree;

And haughs hae a’ the scented ware,
That simmer growth can gie;

But the canty heath where cronies meet,
An’ the darling o’ our e’e,

That makes to us a warld complete—
Oh! the Ingle side 7 me,

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Meet Me by Moonlight.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale

Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale,

‘You must promise to come, for 1 said

I would show the night-flowers their queen—

Nay, turn not away thy sweet head,
Tis the loveliest ever was seen.

Oh! meet me by moonlight, alone,

Daylight may do for the gay,
The thoughtless, the heartless, the free;
But there’s something about the moon’s ray,
That is sweeter to you and to me.
: Oh! remember be sure to be there,
_ For though dearly a moonlight I prize,
- Icare not for all in the air,
‘it r want the sweet ie of your eyes.
- So méet me by moonlight alone,

 

Poor Old Maids.
Fourscore and four of us, poor old maids,
What will become of us, poor old maids?
Fourscore and four of us, 4
Without a penny in our purse,
What the deuce then can be worse, poor old maids?

Dressed/in yellow, pink and blue, poor old maids
Dressed in yellow, pink and blue, poor old maids,
Dressed in yellow, pink and blue,

Nursing cats is all we do,

Nursing cats is all we do, poor old maids,

All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,

All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,

All alone we go to bed,

And not.a word to us is said,

And not a word to us is said, poor old maids,

We're all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We're all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We're all in a willing mind, —

If the men would be so kind,

As to wed the Jame and blind, poor old maifs.

And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there's any in this room,
I hope they'll marry very soon,

_ And enjoy life’s honeymoon, poor old itis,

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[Written for the Smcer’s Lrprary.]

Kissing Thro’ the Fence,
A song and dance by Harry Burns, of Pittsburg, Pa.

- One moonlight night I wandered

Along the village green,

The stars were shining brightly,
The moon came up between;

I met her over yonder—
The fun it did commence,

And we had such a lovely time
A-kissing thro’ the fence!

“CHoRUS—Oh, wasn’t it delightful! (Sym.)

Tho’ some folks say it’s frightful.
’Tis love’s sweet recompense;
She’s such a lovely charmer—
I think she is immense!
For, she is such a jolly girl
For kissing thro’ the fence.

We sit down by the running brook
And watch the fish at play,

And in love’s moments sweetly
We pass the hours away;

And then when evening shadows fall,
My love, with sweet good sense, _

Will meet me where the roses grow—
A-kissing thro’ the fence,

Cxrorus—This darling little daisy re
Has set my poor heart crazy; (Sym. d,
’T was love’s sweet recompense—
If I should live forever
I'd think she was immense,
For we had an exciting time,
A kissing thro’ the fence.

"Twas on a lovely night in June,
We both sat side by side,

The moon was in its splendor;
I asked her for my bride;

She answered ‘‘ Yes” so loving
My sou) it did entrance, V ebee

And then we had an awful time —
A-kissing thro’ the fence.

Cuorvs—Now love’s sweet dream is over, (Sym)
And we both live in clover, (Sym.)
Aud Hannah wears the pants;
- Oh how [ long for freedom}
To change my residence, ,
And get back to those gallus times
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as Copyrighted by Asa Farr. Published by Spur & Dmunnorr, 717 Broad-

way, New York. Music and words, 25 cents.

| Oh! Harry is a nice young man,
If I must speak the truth,
He is my beau ideal of love,
A gay and festive youth.

But I don’t care to ‘double up,”
And married be just yet,
Casino” pays, so Pll remain
A maiden still, you bet! .

ReEFRAIN—What do you soye?
sage Anything for Harry, anything for Harry,
- Anything but marry, as for that I’d rather tarry!
Anything for Harry, anything for Harry,
Anything for Harry, but to marry! Oh! no!!

I'd “bang” my hair or bung my nose,

* Or paint my cheeks bright red,

Pd wear a wig or dance a jig;

_ Yes, anything but wed.

I'd waltz seven hours, sir, on a stretch,
With Cartier or with Bush,

Yd play at billiards by the hour,
And never make a push. (REFRAIN.)

With ‘‘ Count Johannes” 1 would play

Macbeth or Juliet, |
_ And if I caught an egg*or two

I'd step behind the set.

I’d sit for pictures all the day,
And pose till “Kurtz” was blind,

I'd go and hunt for ‘‘ Charley Ross,” %
Although he’s hard to find. (REFRAIN. )

‘I'd sing Millard’s songs all the day—

“When the tide comes in ” or out,

Td join the “‘Sankey Opera”
To pray and sing or shout;

And if the show then didn’t pay,
With cards I’d beat the deck;

Pd peddle peanuts by the hour
Or eat them by the peck. (RmFRAIN.)

| j
I'd flirt with every gentleman
I met upon the street,
And if they asked me out to dine
Then wouldn’t I play them sweet!
. A-riding through the park I’d go,
For though it takes the pelf,
‘You bet I'd sit upon the right
\ And always drive, myself. (REFRAIN. )

“Td never look at woman’s dress,
_ _ Or wear-my hat in style,
But to “Jerome Park” I would go \
And bet my little pile. \
I'd drink Champagne (‘Piper Heidsick,” of course, )
. Till the starting bell did peal, y
And if my horse came in the last
You bet [’d never squeal. (RueFratn.)

Td go to “Gilmore's Garden ” too,
And “Liszt ”-en to the band,
And if they’d play “‘ Club-Waltzes” there,
; _ Td think it really grand.
_ -Now if my Harry thinks he’s more
_,. Obliging, boys, than me—
If he will only give me time
_. Vil write a Tragedy. (Rerrain.)

To “Tony Pastor’s” 1 would go,
___ And hear great ‘‘ Levy” play, .
The “pretty boy ” of Wallack’s should
_ Drive out with me each day. — f
ao an ris n-Fest I'd be,
_Yd drink my lager too— \
If Harry stillis kind tome,
What better could Ido? (Rerrarn.) —

 

Published by E. H. Harprve, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents, —
There is a land where fancy’s twining : ee,
Her flow’rs around life’s fading tree,
Where light is ever softly shining —
Like sunset o’er a tranquil sea. -
*Tis there thou dwell’st in beauty’s brightness,
More fair than aught on earth e’er seems, —
Tis there my heart feels most of lightness,
"There in the lovely Land of Dreams,
There in the lovely Land of Dreams,

*Tis there in groves I often meet thee, ,
And wander thro’ the silvan shade,

While I in gentlest accents greet thee,
My own, my sweet and constant maid;

There by some fountain fair reposing,
Where all around so tranquil seems,

We wait the golden evening’s closing,
There, in the lovely Land of Dreams,

But when the touch of earthly waking
Hath broken slumber’s sweetest spell,
Those fabled joys of Fancy’s making,
Ave in my heart remember’d well;
The day in all its sunshine splendor,
Less fair to me than midnight seems,
When visions shed a light more tender, :
Around the lovely Land of Dreams,

I'd Offer Thee This Hand of Mine.

Id offer thee this hand of mine
If I could love thee less,
But hearts as warm and pure as thine
Should never know distress.
My fortune is too hard for thee,
’T would chill thy dearest joys;
I'd rather weep to see thee free,
Than win thee to destroy.
I'd offer thee, ete.

Pll leave thee in thy happiness
As one too dear to love;
As one I think on but to bless
As wretchedly I rove; ;
And oh! when sorrow’s cup I drink,
All bitter though it be,
How sweet twill be for me to think
It holds no drop for thee.
I'd offer thee, ete.

But now my dreams are sadly o’er,
Fate bids them all derart,

And I must leave my native shore
In brokenness of heart;

And oh! dear one, when far from thee,
Pll ne’er know joy again;

I would not that one thought of me
Should give thy bosom pain.

I'd offer thee, etc.

SDP

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When the Swallows Homeward Fly.

When the swallows homeward fly, .
When the roses scatter’d lie, :
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale,

Cxuorus—In these words my bleeding heart

Would to thee its grief impart:

Shall we ever meet again? 4
Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain,
Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain,
When the white swan southward roves, _
There to seek the orange groves, | ie
When the red tints of the west ,
Prove the sun has gone to rest, (CHoRvs.)
Oh, poor heart! whate’er befall, F
There is rest for thee and all, eS
That on earth which fades away,
Comes again in bright array. (CHorU!

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Write to Me Deak the Water, Love.

Martone by Josepn Hans. Published by Sprar & Dennnorr, 717
Broadway, New York. Music and words, 35 cents.
Write to me over the water, love,
_ _ Send me one sweet little line;

Long I've been ’waiting a message,
Coming from your heart to mine,
Swiftly the days, love, are gliding by,

Bringing no tidings from you;
Longing for one little letter,

Telling your heart still is true!
Breathing your name in the twilight,

Sighing for one far away; /
Write to me over the water,

Oh, gladden my heart while you stray!

Cuorus—Breathing your name in the twilight,
: Sighing for one far away; ~
Write to me over the water,
Gladden my heart while you stray!

Write to me over the water, love!
Fondly you bade me good-by;
Can it be you have forgotten
One that for you must still sigh?
Sweeter than dews of the ev’ning bright,
Unto the flowers drooping lone:
One little letter to tell me— ;
Tell me your heart’s all my own!
Breathing your name in the twilight,
Sighing for one far away;
Write to me over the water,

Oh, gladden my heart while you stray! (CHOo.)

UNCLE GABRIEL.

Copied by perm'ssion of Firts, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.
I was gwan down to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,
Dis nigger’s heel come out ob joint a-running arter a ’coon;
I thought I see’d him on a log, a-lookin’ mighty quar,
When I cum up to de log, de ’coon he wasn’t dar.
CHORUS.
Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh, do;
- Oh, ‘what will Uncle Gabriel say? ya, eh, eh, eh, ya, eh, eh, eh,
| What will Uncle Gabriel say? why, Jinny, can’t you come "along
too?

< I blowed de horn, I called de dog, and tell him for to bark,

I hunt all night in de holler log, but de ’coon he still keep dark;

_ At last I hear de ole ’coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,

_. And onto him he den did freeze, and pull him to de ground.

(CHORUS.)

ne ’eoon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;
I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;

oe took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;

pe looked just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.
(CHORUS. )

De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter,

Dey eat de ’coon and cl’ar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,

dance i night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old

(Cuonvs,)

) will You Love Me Then as Now?

‘You have told me that you loved me,

_ And your heart’s thought seems to speak
_ As you look on me so fondly,

And the life-blood tints your cheek.

Ma I trust that these warm feelings
ever will grow cold and strange,
And you'll remain unalter’d
_ In this weary world of change?
hen the shades of care and sorrow,
my eyes and cloud my brow,
we spirit sinks within me—

 

Though our youth may pass unclouded
‘In a peaceful, happy liome,

Yet as year on year advances, af
Changes must upon us come,

For the step will lose its lightness,
And the hair be changed to gray;
Eyes once bright give up their luster,

And the hopes of youth decay.
‘When all these have passed upon me,
And stern age Has touched my brow,
Will the change find you unchanging?
Will you love me then as now?

ROSE-MARIE.

Published by E. H. Harpine, oe Seeeaes New York. Music and words,
cents,

Over the hills and far away
In a village by the sea,
A small, sweet rose of a maiden dwells,
Who is dear, so dear to me,
With loving lips and true gray eyes;
I call her my Rose-Marie!
Over the hills and far away,
Dwells my love, my Fites Uiacis:

Over the hills and far away,

Fly, bonny bird, fly to the sea.
Blow soft and kind, oh, western wind,
Speak to my love, my love, of me!
Oh western wind, oh, happy bird,

Speak, speak to my love of me!
Over the hills and far away,
Fly, bonuy bird, to Rose-Marie.

Over the hills and far away,
To the village by the sea,
I come to bring my bird from the west,
To bring home my sweet to me.
Oh, leave thy home beside the foam,
Come, come, sweet love, to me,
Over the hills and far away,
Come to me, come, my Rose-Marie.
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Old Uncle Edward.

There formerly might have been seen an aged colored individual,
Whose cognomen was Uncle Edward,

He departed this life some time since, some time since,
And he had no capillary substance on the summit of his cranium,
On the place designed by nature for the capillary to ip. ne

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CHORUS.

Then lay down the agricultural implements,

Allow the violin and the bow to be pendent on the wall,

For there is no more or energy to be displayed by ~.
aged Edward,

For he has departed to ti abode designed by a kind Risso
for all pious, humane and benevolent individuals.

Uncle Edward had digits equal in longitude to the ;

Bamboo formation which springs so spontaneously on the bank
of the Southern Mississippi,

And he had no oculars with which to nee

The beauties of nature,

And he had no dental formations with which to

Masticate the Indian meal cake,

Consequently he was forced to permit the

Indian meal cake to pass by with impunity. (CHoRUs.)

When Uncle Ned relinquished his hold on vitality,

His master was exceedingly grieved,

And the lachrymal poured down his cheeks similar to the rain
from heayen,

_ For he knew that the old man was laid beneath terra firma, terra,

firma,
He would never have the pleasure of Pe the physiognomy:
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COOL “BURGUNDY BEN.”

Published by E. H. Harprye, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words,

10 cents.
I am about the coolest card,
That ever you did see;
No matter what is going on,
It never troubles me;
I never get annoy’d,
Because I act up to,this rule:
To treat the world as Burgundy,
And always take it cool.

CHorvus—Burgundy Benjamin, coolest of men,
Always cool, that is my rule,
Burgundy Benjamin, coolest of men,
By all I’m call’d “Cool Burgundy Ben.”

The coolest wine to drink’s Champagne,
Because it makes a nofse,
It fizzes but it don’t come up
To Burgundy, my boys!
I must be cool, I won’t be vexed,
No matter where or when,
And so I drink cool Burgundy,
Ah! that’s the stuff for Ben. (CHORUS.)

It’s ever my companion
If breakfast, sup, or dine,

It’s then I crack a bottle of
My cool refreshing wine.

At night I keep the coolest head,
No matter where I go,

7 All friends acknowledge I’m about

The coolest card they know! (CHORUS.)

I hate to see a bustling man,
I think that man a fool,

I don’t know why, this wide wide world,
All things can’t take them cool.

I'd even have the roughs be cool;
Remember what I say!

It’s just as well to take things in
The coolest sort of way. (CHORUS.)

This song has made me warm, I ought
To be as cold as ice;

I would not for the world look warm,
No, not at any price.

If-you keep cool and sing this song,
Wherever you may go,

It’s wonderful how popular
Cool Burgundy will grow! (CHORUs.)

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THE IVY GREEN.

Oh! a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o’er the ruins old;
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lonely and cold.
The wa!l must be crumbled, the stone decay’d
To please his dainty whim,
And the moldering dust that years have made,
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Fast he stealeth on, though he’ wears no wings,
And a stanch old head hath he;
How closely he twineth—how tightly he clings
To his friend, the huge oak tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs, and crawleth round
The rich mold of dead men’s graves,
Creeping where grim death hath been,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

 

Whole ages have fled, and works decay’d,
And nations have scatter’d been;
But the stout old ivy shall never fade
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant in its lonely days
Shall fatten on the past;
For the stateliest. building man can raise,
Is the ivy’s food at last.
Creeping where grim death hath been,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

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KIND RELATIONS.

We all have our share of the ups and the downs,
Whatever our rank or station;
And he’s sure to get the most scoffs and frowns,
Who depends on his kind relations;
For it’s all very well once or twice to drop in,
To ask for a trifling favor,
But on the third time they are sure to begin,
To construe it to bad behavior.
There’s your relations! kind relations!
There’s your kind relations!

I speak from experience, and you'll find,
Though often they invite you,
When poverty comes close behind,
How quick thea they’ll slightyou.
For it’s—*‘ Clear the way—there’s a knock at the door—
Say we’re gone out for a ride, John—
I know who it is —it’s that hungry bore;
Don’t open the door too wide, John.”
There’s your relations! ete,

My goods were one day seized for rent—
The broker took his station;
Pale and trembling, off I went
To try each kind relation.
Some hemm’d, some ha’d, and some looked cool,
With faces of grief and sorrow;
My twin-brother said he had made it a rule
Never to lend or borrow.
There’s your relations! ete,

I thought in my sister to find a friend,
But soon she undeceived me,
By saying—“ These are not times to lend,
I would, if I could, relieve thee.”
A trifle, dear sister, would keep me afloat,
I shall sink if you do not arrange it.”
She said she’d not less than a twenty-pound note,
And she couldn’t find time to change it.
There’s your relations! ete.

I lost my goods, ‘but found that day—
(Though ’gainst me they had sinned all)—
Death summoned a rich old friend away,
Who left me a tidy windfall.
And then how they altered from what they’d just said,
Their cant, it was really provoking,
To hear them exclaim, as each hung down his head, -
‘‘Lord! Tom, we were only a-joking.”
There’s your relations! etc,

Now, who in the world so blest as me,
With so many kind relations!
I am asked to dinner, to supper, to tea,
I’ve a hundred invitations!
But their crawling presents I daily return,
Their kindness to me they may scant it,
For I hate those cold hearts that would poverty scorn,
And give to those who don’t want it.
There’s your relations! etc,

 

{Written for the Sinarr’s Liprary.]

Young Ladies, Listen to Me!

BY ALDEN H. DAY.

Young ladies, listen to me,
Pl tell you what I mean,
I want a little darling
Whose age is ‘‘sweet. sixteen,”
She must be neat and pretty;
Have hair in glossy curls;
Be sensible and witty—
A queen among the girls,

If I could find a girl like that \
And she would be my wife,

By Jove, Ud be the best of chaps
To her throughout this life;

For her on stormy winter morns
I'd rise and build the fire,

And lugging coals up cellar stairs
Of that I'd never tire!

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She’s Bright as the Morning Star.

Published by E. H. Harprve, a eres) New York. Music and words,
cents,
Dame nature has sprinkled her choicest flowers,
And shed them all over the earth,
But I’ve got a flower far sweeter than all,
A lily of priceless worth.
The blushing wild rose tints her beautiful cheeks,
The violet peeps out from her eye, f
And music, sweet music, is heard when she speaks,
And perfume pervades with her sigh.

Cuorus—She’s bright as the morning star,
She’s bright as the morning star,
This dear little miss I so long to kiss,
But don’t go and tell her papa.
She’s bright as the morning star,
She’s bright as the morning star,
This dear little miss 1 so long to kiss,
But don’t go and tell her papa.

The tresses that deck that most beautiful head,
Are curling in bright shining gold;

Her face is the sweetest, it’s true what I’ve said,
And charming to all that behold.

Young Cupid hath fashion’d that coral-like lip,
And left the imprint of his bow,

And if you should ask her for one rip-chip-chip,
She answers you plaintively, “‘No!” (CHoRUS.)

I whisper’d, last night, by the pale moonlight rays,

“‘My darling, will you be my wife?”
* ‘Yes, when I’ve done flirting,” she tauntingly said,

‘Then perhaps I may settie for life;

At present I’m free as the wild singing bird,
To be caged I have got no delight,

So you must excuse me, kind sir, on my word,
I beg leave to wish you good-night,” (CHORUS.)

 

[Written for the Srncrr’s Lrprary.]

Over on the Other Shore.

Words by Gro. F. Hitts. Music by Harry CLiFrorp,

She has gone to join the angels,
To that home so bright and fair;

Where her hands have ceased from toiling,
And her heart is free from care.

Soon her boat will touch the waters—
Soon she'll dip the golden oar—

Then she'll anchor safe in harbor
Over on the other shore.

Cuorvs—But the flower has drooped and faded
And shall bloom on earth no more,
But it again shall bloom yet brighter
Over on the other shore.

Angels tell us that she’s happy;
\As she glides o’er the silvery stream
She can hear the angels singing
And can see the temples gleam—
She can see the gates of Heaven
As her boat glides swiftly o’er,
She can see her loved ones waiting
Over on the other shore. (CHoRUvs.)

Now her boat is almost over;
Soon she'll reach the golden throne,
And the glittering lights of Heaven
Soon will light her safely home.
Whose little eyes will watch her coming
As she anchors safely o’er?
Who will be the first to greet her
Over on the other shore? (CHORUS.)

Ah, she sees her little darling,

In that land so bright and fair—
She can see her dark eyes glisten

And her soft brown silken hair.
Now she’s happy with her darling,

For they’ll part, oh, never more,
And we hope some day to meet them
Over on the other shore, (CHoRUS.)

 

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Roll On, Silver Moon.

As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day, ‘
About the beginning of June,

*Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid,
And she sadly complained to the moon.

“ Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler’s way,

When the nightingale’s song is in tune,

But never, never more with my lover Ill stray,
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, ete.

“ As the hart on the mountain my love was brave,

So handsome, so manly, and clever;

So kind aud sincere, and he loved me so dear,
Oh, Edwin, thy equal was never.

But now he is dead, and gone to death’s bed,
He’s cut down like a rose in full bloom;

He’s fallen asleep, and poor Jane’s left to weep,
By the sweet silver light of the moon.

Roll on, ete.

“ But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears,
And weep for my lover so brave,
Pll embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears
The flowers that bloom o’er his grave;
But never again shall my bosom know joy,
With my Edwin I hope to be soon;
Lovers shall weep o’er the grave where we sleep,
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.
Roll on,” etc.

 

The Rat-catcher’s Daughter.

Not long ago in Vestminster there lived a rat-catcher’s daughter,

And yet she didn’t live in Vestminster, ’cause she lived t’other side
of the water;

Her father caught rats—and she sold sprats all about and around
that quarter,

And the gentle-folks all took off their hats to the putty little
Rat-catcher’s daughter.

CHoruUs—Doodle dee,
Doodle dum,
Di dum doodle da,

Now, rich and poor, both far and near, in matrimony sought her;

But at friends and foes turn’d up her nose, did the putty little
Rat-catcher’s daughter.

For there vas a man, sold lily vite sand, in Cupid’s net had
caught her,

And right over head and ears in love vent the putty little Rat-
catcher’s daughter. (CHORUS.)

Now lily vite sand run in her ’ead, as she went along the Strand,

oh,

She forgot as she’d got sprats on her ’ead and cried, “‘ D’ye want
any lily vite sand, oh?”

The folks amaz’d all thought her craz’d, as she went along the
Strand, oh,

To see a gal with sprats on her ’ead, cry, ‘‘ D’ye vant any lily vite
sand, oh?” (CHORUS.)

Now Rat-catcher’s daughter so run in his ’ead, he couldn’t tell
vat he vas arter,

So, instead of crying, “ D’ye vant any sand?” hecried, “D’ye vant
any Rat-catcher’s daughter?”

His donkey cock’d his ears and laughed, and couldn’t think vat
he vas arter,

Ven he heard his lily vite sandman cry, ‘‘ D‘ye vant any Rat#
catcher’s daughter?” (CHORUS.)

They both agreed to married be upon next Easter Sunday,

But Rat-catcher’s daughter, she had a dream that she wouldn't
be alive on Monday. ’

She vent vonce more to buy some sprats, and she tumbled into
the water,

And down to the bottom, all kiver’d with mud, vent the putty
little Rat-catcher’s daughter. (CHORUS.)

Ven Lily vite sand ’e ’ear the news, his eyes ran down with yater,
Said ’e, “In love I'll constant prove, and—blow me if I’ll live

Jong arter.”’

So he cut his throat with a pane of glass, and stabb’d ’is donkey
arter,

So ere is an end of lily vite sand, donkey, and the Rat-catcher’s
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Oh, Wouldn't You Like to Know?

Published 6% E. H. Harpine, 229 Fipaiety New York. Music and words,
0 cents

Life is just a game of pitch and toss,
(That’s my notion) neither more nor less,

All is luck, our profit or our loss,
The best of us can only guess!

Some guess right, but many more guess wrong,
Riches come and riches cut away,

And this burden of a little song,
I warble to myself all day!

Gaorvus—Ob wouldn't you like to know,
To know without hazard or fail,
When fortune the copper may throw,
If ’twill come down a head or a tail?

- Marriage, too, a game of chance must be,
Some gain prizes, some get only blanks,
So it is with people’s £. s. d.
Invested in the Joint Stock Banks!
If, before we enter’d bank or church,
Half the risk a moment we could see,
We'd be left less often in the lurch,
How very jolly that would be. (CHoRUS.)

Could we know what hoss is coming in,
Then the Derby would indeed amuse,
For altho’ we think we stand to win,
It’s possible we stand to lose!
When to do the culinary act,
Call’d by turfites ‘ putting on the pot,”
When to hedge the coin we may have back’d,
Is quite as much a chance as not! (CHoRUS.)

Whether cook will spoil the joint or no,

Whether Jones will meet that little bill,
' Whether when you sing, your song will go,

Are matters quite beyond our skill!

Now that I have done my best to please,
Up the fatal copper I will heave, ©

Come down what it will, I’m at my ease,
In you, my friends I'll still believe! (CHORUS.)

Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker.

I’m Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, and you must all agree, sirs,
I sticks to business like a trump, and business sticks to me, sirs;
The low folks call me plasterer, but they deserve a banging,
Because, genteelly speaking, why my trade is paper-hanging.

CHoRUS—With my paste, paste, paste,
Oh, all the world is puffing,
So I paste, paste, paste.

All ’round about the cityenow, when anything’s the go, sirs,

You'll always find me at my post, a-sticking up the posters;

I’ve hung Ned Forrest twelve feet high, and did it, sirs, quite
| easy;

And I’ve been engaged, too, lately, both by Mario and Grisi.

; (CHORUS. )
I'm a fae some in our trade, they deserve their jackets laced,
oe They stick up half their bosses’ bills, and sells the rest for waste,

: sirs;
Now honesty’s best policy, with a god name to retire with,

So what I doesn’t use myself—my old girl lights tbe fire with.

é (CHoRUus.)
Sometimes I’m jobbing for the church with charitable sermons,
And sometimes for the theaters, the English and the Germans;
To me, of course, no odds it is, so long as I’m a winner—

Whether I sticks up for a saint, or hangs up for a sinner. (CHO.)

me There’s paeney, Lind, I’m proud to say—sweet music’s great ador-

a Dve had ti the honor of posting her in every hole and corner; —
Alboni, too, so nice and plump, I’ve stuck her up, that’s certain—
And I’ve plastered red Mrs. Mowatt, right on top of Billy Burton.

(CHORUS.)

: Well now phfore Teay. good- by, permit me to remind ye,

- That round about the city here, you’re always sure to find me;

_ And if ever you shall have a job—to show how I deserve ye,
About the town, through thick and thin, ‘T'll brush eee to serve

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MARY OF ARGYLE.

I have heard the mavis singing
His love-song to the morn,

I have seen the dew-drops clinging
To the rose, just newly born; ‘

But a sweeter song has cheered me,
At the evening’s gentle close,

I have seen an eye still brighter,
Than the dew-drops on the rose,

‘Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,
And thine artless, winning smile

That made this world an Eden,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.

Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,
And thine eye its brightness, too,
Though thy step may lose its fleetness,

And thy hair its sunny hue,
Still to me shalt thou be dearer,
Than all the world can own,
I have loved thee for thy beauty,
But not for that alone—
I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,
And its goodness was the wile,
That has made thee mine forever,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.

Thou Art Gone from My Gaze.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream,
Oft I breathe thy dear name to the winds floating by,
But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom’s lone sigh,

Tn the stillness of night when the stars mildly shine,
My heart fondly holds sweet communion with thine,
For I feel thou art near, and where’er.I may be,
That the spirit of love keeps a watch over mo, —

[Written for the Siverr’s Liprary.] 7

Maggie, Darling, I am Coming.

Maggie, darling, I am coming—
Coming with the twilight fair,

For to meet you in the orchard,
’Neath the blossoms hanging there.

So when the shades of evening
Steal o’er the fond retreat,

Tl be coming, Maggie, darling—
*arling Maggie, you to greet.

Cuorvus—Maggie, dariing, I am coming—
Coming with the twilight fair,
For to meet you in the orchard,

’Neath the blossoms hanging there. |

Meceie, darling, I am coming,
Vith the falling of the dew,
or to meet you, darling Maggie,
Whom I love so deep and true—
With fond hopes within my bosom
* Yhat you e’er will be my own,
Make my life a perfect heaven,
A happiness yet unknown. (CHORUS.)

Maggie, darling, I am coming
When the daylight passes o’er—
Coming with sweet words of promise
To the one that I adore;
And beneath the apple blossoms,
Down upon my bended knee,
I will ask thee, Maggie darling,
= Maggie, to wed me. (Cxomos )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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|) A Merry-go-Round; or, Gay as a Lark.
|) | Published by E. H. Harvie, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents,

pe Some people will grumble whatever their lot,

They fret, and they fume, and they scold;

In summer they tell you the weather's too hot,
In winter they find it too cold;

But if Nature, to please them, would alter her laws,
And grant them thei wishes, no doubt

They’d moan, and they’d groan more than ever, because
They’d have nothing to grumble about!

CxorvUs—But the seasons to me are a merry-go-round,
In winter ahd summer I sing, ;
In autumn no happier man can be found
_And I’m gay as a lark in the spring.

I can not afford 4 luxurious board,
No servants have I at command,
But I never envy thé miser his hoard,
Or the noble his castle and Jand;
Iam plain, I confess, in my food and my dress,
But the man who more daintily lives,
In his delicate fare, has nothing so rare
As the relish which appetite gives! (CHorUvs.)

A very few figures would show what I’m worth,
But in health, and in pocket I’m sound,

For there isn’t a man on the face of the earth
Can say that I owe him a pound!

I know that I earn ev’ry penny I turn,
And if Iam humble in rank,

I can easily see many poorer than ne,
And so my good fortune I thank. (CHORUS.)

Why should I complain of the snow or the rain,
Or the clouds that may darken the sky?
I know that the summer will follow agdin,
And the flowers will come by and by;
I can not see, yet, any reason to fret,
And intend to take things as they come,
Until I can see what advantage to me
It will be, to be stupid and glum. (CHoRvs.)

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Oft in the Stilly Night.

Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond mem’ry brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears, of childhood’s years,
The wofds of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone, new dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
_ Thus in the stilly night, ete.

When I remember all
The friends so linked together,
I’ve seen around me fall,
Like leaves in winter weather,
I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead.
And all but he departed.
Thus in the stilly night, etc,

[Written for the Smvczr’s Lisrary;]

MARIA JONES.

BY E. LOCKWOOD,

Maria is a maiden fair,

With nigger lips, and carroty hair;
Her ears are big, her feet are small,
And she has not got any nose at all.

Cuorus—There are many pretty girls,
, But Maria takes the prize,
With her yellow teeth, her dainty hands,
‘ And her cherry-colored eyes.

Her dress is green, her kids are light,
And a month ago her collar was white; —
I tell you Maria’s a sweet little dear,
_ And T hope you'll have a chance to see her. (CHOo.)

 

THE SINGER'S LIBRARY.

Taam ama

The Lily of the West.

I just came down from Louisville, some pleasure for to find,

A handsome giri from Michigan, so pleasing to my mind;

Her rosy cheeks and rolling eyes like arrows pierced my breast,
They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.

I court’d her for many a day, her love I thought to gain, :
Too soon, too soon she slighted me, which caused me grief and —
pain; ;
She robb’d me of my liberty—deprived me of my rest,
They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.

One evening as I rambled down by yon shady grove,

I met a lord of high degree, conversiag with my love;
He sung, he sung so merrily, while I was sore oppress’d,
He sung for handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.

T rushed upon my rival, a dagger in my hand,

I tore him from my true love, and boldly made him stand;
Being mad to desperation, my dagger pierced his breast,

I was betray’d by Mary, the Lily of the West.

Now my trial has come on, and sentenced soon I'll be,
They put_me in the criminal box and’ there convicted me,
She so deceived the jury, so modestly did dress,

She far outshone bright Venus—the Lily of the West.

Since then I’ve gain’d my liberty, I'll rove the country through,
T’ll travel the city over, to find my loved one true;

Although she stole my liberty, and deprived me of my rest,

I love my Mary, the Lily of the West.

—

Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?

Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe ag*in to home?

Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come.
I heerd yerself a-coming, and it made my dander rise,
*Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.
’T was sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—
Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?

We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this nicht of all,
We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball. ©

The childers w’u’d set up till nine o’clock and past,

Till they w’u’d say they knowed that their papa was lost,
An’ they hoped yer w’u’d be sober when yer did get home,
Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?

The days were glad without you. the nights were spent in revel,
And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;

Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,

Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;
But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come, |
Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?

ACROSS THE SEA.

BY MARTIN S. BLACKLOCK.

The spring time comes fraught with delight,
‘When blooming flowers glad the sight; by
No chill winds blow, no snows oppress,

And Nature wears her brightest dress.

‘Yet, sweeter than the spring to me

My love, that comes across the sea.

Two long, long years of toil are past
Since I beheld my darling last,

And I have saved a little store.

To welcome to Columbia’s shore
She, far more dear than life to me,
My love, that comes across the sea.

With joy the merchant’s heart may burn \
To see his treasure ships return; ;
The miner’s eyes may sparkle bright
When golden nuggets greet his sight;
More joyous still my heart will be

‘When Bessie comes across the sea.

 

 
 

 

 

 

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‘The Spade, Boys, the Spade.
Copied by permission of E. H. Harprve, 229 Bowery, New York,owner
of the copyright. Music and words, 10 cents.
Give me the spade and the man who can use it,
_ A fig for your lord and bis soft silken hand,
Let the man who has strength never stoop to abuse it,
Give it back to the giver, the land, boys the land;
There’s no bank like the earth to deposit your labor,
The more you deposit the more you shall have,
If there’s more than you want you can give to your neighbor,
‘And your name shall be dear to the true and the brave.

CHORUS.
Give me the spade and the man who can use it,
A fig for your lord and his’soft silken hand,
Let the man who has strength never stoop to ‘abuse it,
Give it back to the giver, the land, boys, the land.

Give me the spade, old England’s glory,
That fashion’d the field from the black barren moor,
Let us speak in it’s praise with ballad and story,
While ’tis brighten’d with labor, not tarnish’d with gore;
It was not the sword that won our best battle,
Created our commerce, extended our trade,
Gave food for our wives, our children and cattle,
_ But the queen of all weapons, the spade, boys, the spade.
(CHORUS.)
Give me the spade, there’s a magic about it,
That turns the black soil into bright shining gold,
What would our fathers have done, boys, without it,
_ When the land lay all bare and the north wind blew celd?
Where the tall forests stood, and the wild beasts were yelling,
Where our stout-hearted ancestors shrunk back afraid,
The corn stack is raised, and man claims a dwelling,
Then hurrah! for our "true friend, the spade, boys, the spade.
> (CHORUS. )

UMBRELLA COURTSHIP,

A belle and a beau would walking go,
In love they both were pining;
The wind in gentile gales did blow,
An April sun was shining.
Though Simon long had courted Miss,
He knew he’d acted wrong in
Not having dared to steal a kiss,
Which set her quite a-longing.—Tol ol ol,

It so occurred as they did walk,
And viewed each dale so flow’ry,

As Simon by her side did stalk,
Declared the sky looked show’ry.

a es Ag came to her like a drug,
en loudly he did bellow,
** Look here, my love, we can be snug, —

For I’ve got an umbrella.”—Tol ol ol.

Quick flew the shelter over Miss;
Now Simon was a droll one,
He thought this was the time to kiss,
So from her lips he stole one.
She blushed—the rain left off, and he
The umbrella closed for draining;
“ Oh don’t,” says she, “TI plainly see,
‘It hasn’t left off raining. ”—Tol ol ol.

Now Simon when he smoked the plan,
The umbrella righted,
He grew quite bold, talked like a man,
And she seemed quite delighted. ~
Their lips rung chimes full fifty times, _
__ Like simple lovers training;
Says she, ‘‘ These are but lover’s crimes;
I hope it won’t leave off raining. »_Tol ol ol.

Before they reached the door that night,
He all his love did tell her, ~
She said “When you a-courting come,
Don’t forget your umbr
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THE GAMBLER’S WIFE.
Dark is the night! how dark! no light—no fire! ~ ;
Cold, on the hearth, the last faint sparks expire;

Shivering, she watches by the cradle side,
For him who pledged his love—last year a bride!

Hark! ’tis his footstep!—No: ’tis past—’tis gone!
Tic! tic!—how wearily the time rolls on. —

. Why should he leave me thus? he once was kind,

And I believed ’twould last—oh, how mad, how blind!

Rest thee, my babe, rest on—’tis hunger’s cry! ©

Sleep: for there is no food: the fount is dry!

Famine and cold their wearing work have done;

My heart must break—and thou, my child !—Hush! the elock
strikes one!

Hush! ’tis the dice-box—yes! he’s there—he’s there!

For this he leaves me to despair;

Leaves love—leaves truth— his wife—his child—for what?
The gambler’s fancied bliss—the gambler’s horrid lot!

Yet Pll not curse him—no: ’tis all in vain; .
’Tis long to wait, but sure he’ll come again;
And I could starve and bless him, but my child, for you—
Oh, fiend! oh, fiend!—Hush! the clock strikes two! i

Hark, how the sign-board creaks—the blast howls by;
Moan, moan, ye winds, through the cloudy sky.

Ha! tis his knock! he comes, he comes once more;

No, ’tis but the lattice-flaps—my hope, my hope is o’er!

Can he desert us thus? he knows I stay
Night after night, in loneliness to pray
For his return, and yet he sees no tear;
No, no, if can not be, oh! he will be here;

Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart; {
Thou art cold—thou art freezing!—but we ‘will not part!
Husband! I die!—Father! it is not he,

Oh, God, protect my child!—Hush! the clock strikes three!

They’re, gone—the glimmering spark hath fled!

The wife and child are numbered with the dead;
On the cold earth, outstretch’d in solemn rest,

The babe lies frozen on its mother’s breast;

The gambler comes at last, but all is o’er—

Dread silence reigns around—the clock strikes “fourt

The Tail iv Me Coat.

Tlearned me reading an’ writing,
At Ballyragget where I wint to school,
*Twas there I first took to fighting
With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;
He and I there had many a scrimmage,
The divila copy. I wrote,
But not a gossoon in the village,
Dare thread on the tail iv my coat.

Tan illigant hand was at courting,
For Jessons I took in the art,
Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,
A big arrow sint smack through me heart;
Miss O'Connor, I lived straight forninst her, 4
And tindher lines to her I wrote,
Who dare say a black word ag’inst her,
Why I'd thread on the tail iv his coat,

A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,
He tried for to coax her sway;
He had money an’ I hadn’t any,
So a challenge I sint him wan day;
Next morning we met at Killhealy,
The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,
There I lather’d him with me shillely,
For he trod on the tail iv me ‘coat,

Me fame spread through the nation,
‘Folks flock for to gaze upon SHO, <5!
All ery out without hesitation, %
“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magéor ek
I fought a h the Finegan faction, » Nae
We bate all the Murphies afloat, ==
If inclined for a row or a ruction,
oe. Ta ee the tail i wei coat,

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

BY OAPTAIN FRED. WHITTAKER,

15 The Sea-Cat; or, The Witch of Darten.
29 The Dumb Page; or, The Doge’s Daughter.
a) 48 Dick Darling, the Pony Express Rider.
150 Lance and Lasso; or, The Children of the Chaco.
_ 164 The Sword Wunters ; or, The Land of the Elephant Riders,

eT e Lost Laptain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin’s Cruise to the
in Polar Si

R00 lg Boy mbdoatis' or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance,
- 214 Wolfgang, the Robber of the Rhine.
249 En Pam the Animal King; or, The Round the World

265 The Tiger Tamer ; or, The League of the Jungle.
881 Black Niek, the Demon Rider.
- 896 California Joe’s War Trail.

4 By BUCKSKIN SAM (Major Sam. 8, Hall.)
- 284 Old Rocky’s ‘Boyees 3” or, Benito, the Young Horse-
- Breaker.

246 Giant George; or, The Ang’l of the Range.
275 Arizona Jack ; or, Giant George’s Pard.
29% The Tarantula of Taos; or, Giant George’s Revenga.
c 807 The Strange Pard; or, Little Ben’s Death Hunt.
818 Ker-whoop, Ker-whoo; or, The Tarantula of Taos,
_ 827 Creeping Cat, the Caddo} or, The Red and White Pards.
- $82 Frio Fred; or, The Tonkaway’s Trust.
844 The Fighting Trio; or, Rattlesnake, the Tonkaway.
- 849 Wild Wolf; or, Big-Foot Wallace to the Front.
_ 857 The Ranch Raiders; or, The Siege of Fort Purgatory.
864 Snap-Shot, the Boy Ranger,
_ 875 Chiota, the Creek; or, The Three Thunderbelts.
881 Bandera Bill; or, Frio Frank to the Front.
892 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Beleaguered Ranch.
404 Little Lariat; or, Pecan Pete’s Big Rampage.
ala The Daisy from Denver.
42% The Three Trailers; or, Old Rocky on the Rampage,
442 Bluff Bill; or, The Lynx of the Leona.
£55 Little Lene Star} or, The Belle of the Cibolo.

BY EDWARD WILLETT,

167 Asa Scott, the Steamboat Boy.

199 Featherweight, the Boy Champion of the Muskingum.
228 Ozark Alf’; or, Featherweight Among the Outlaws,

_ 282 The Typo Detective ; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp.
295 Fearless Phil; or, The King of Quart_ville.

‘811 The Roving Snort; or, The Pride of Chuckaluck Camp.

i wae Nemo, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon’s Vendetta,

840 Clip, the Contortionist; or, The Montana Vigilantes,

BY J, ©. COWPRICK.

‘ 860 Silver-Mask, the Man of Mystery.
869 Shasta, the Gold King} or, For Seven Years Dead,
420 ake ‘Detective’s Apprentices or, A Boy Without »
Name.

424 Cibuta John; or, Red-Hot Times at Ante Bar,
489 Sandy Sam, the Street Scout.

467 Disco Dan, the Daisy Dude.

490 | way Billy, the Bootbiack Bravo,

BY JO PIERCE,

‘sor Bob, the Bowery or, The Prince of Mulberry Street.
a15 The’ Vagabond Detective; or, Bowery Bob’s Boom,
2 Hotspur Bob, the Street-Boy Detective.
460 The Lawyer's Shadow; or, Luke’s Legacy.
472 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King. |
494 Surly Sim, the Young Ferryman Detective,

. BY CAPT. MARK WILTON,

ase Veiny Kentuck3 or, The Red Lasso,
‘© Blizzard Ben; or, The Riot at Keno Camp,
Josh, the Boy 1 Remit ;

BY OAPTAIN MAYNE RE,

a8 Blue Dick; or, The Yellow Chief's Vengeance,
© Land Pirates; or, The League of Devil’s laland.
Helpless Hand}; or, Backwoods Retribution,
) The Gold-seeker Guide}; or, The Lost Mountaiz,

_ 'BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG,

1 4 Jims or, The Pet of the Family.
> Captain of the Club; or, The Rival Athletes,

 

=iBY OAPT. J. F. ©. ADAMS,

84 Open Sol} or, Nick Whifftes’s Boy Spy.
46 Glass-Eye, the Great Shot of the West.
54 Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper.
56 Nick Whiltles’s Pet; or, In The Valley of Death,
60 The White Indian; or, The Scout of the Yellowstone,
70 Old Zip’s Cabin; or, The Greenhorn in the Woods,
81 Lightning Jo, the Terror of the Prairie.
85 Buck Buckram;; or, Bess, the Female Trapper,
247 Old Grizzly and His Pets; or, The Wild Huntress,
251 Light-house Lige}3 or, Osceola, the Firebrand.
257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp,
288 The Scalp King; or, The Human Thundernolt,

BY ROGER STARBUCK,

25 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter.
114 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar.
259 The Golden Harpoon; or, Lost Among the Floes,
848 Fire-Heels; or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow.
854 Big Horn Ike, the Hill Tramp; or, The Odd Pards,
861 The Phantom Light-house.
870 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runner.

BY WILLIAM R. EYSTER,

190 Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pine,
210 Faro Frank; or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Pards,

BY COLONEL DELLE SARA,

108 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady,
186 Cool Desmond; or, The Gambler’s Big Game,

BY HARRY 8T.' GEORGE,

80 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, the Ranger.

44 Rattling Rube; or, The Nighthawks of Kentucky.

59 Old Hickory 3 or, Pandy Ellis’s Scalp.
108 Daring Bavy ; or, The Trail of the Border Wolf,
166 Hickory Harry ; or, The Trapper-Brigade’s Spy,
172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the Wolf-Herder.

BY JAMES L. BOWEN.

107 One-Eyed Sim; or, The Abandoned Forest Home.
110 The Black Steed of the Prairies, A Story of Texas,

BY ©. DUNNING CLARK.

185 Vaptain Paul; or, The Boy Spy of the Mountains.
280 The Yankee Rajah; or, The Fate of the Black Shereef,

BY GEORGE ©. JENKS, -

485 Git Thar Owney, the Unknown.
492 Git Thar Owney’s Pledge.

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, U. 8. A,
191 iuttelo Billy, the Boy Bullwhackery or, The Doomed
rteen.

194 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide,

BY CHARLES E. LASALLE,

_ 50 Burt Bunker, the Trapper.

52 The White Buffalo. A Tale of the Northwest,

BY JOHN J. MARSHALL,

40 Reving Ben. A Story of a Young American,
97% The Outlaw Brothers; or, The Captive of the Harpes,

BY MAJOR E. L. ST, VRAIN.
292 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bandit.
801 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport.
812 Redtop Rube, the Vigilante Prince.
888 Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning Horse Quartette,
852 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Boy of “ Sand.”
859 Durango Dave, the Young Chamnion Wrestler,
871 Kingbolt Chris, the Young Hard-Shell Detective,
880 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide,
890 Jaguar Joe, of the Mountiin Mail-Line.

BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON,

278 The Three Trappers; or, The Mountain Monster.
283 Indian Joe; or, The White Spirit of the Hill,

i BY W. J. HAMILTON,
68 The Red Brotherhood 3 or, The Tselve Avengers,
66 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life,
72 Mad Tom Western, the Texan Ranger.
887 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop,

BY MAJOR HENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-Scout,

806 Neck-Tie Ned; or, The Dug-Out Pards, ‘

846 Rapter Raphael ; or, The Swordsmen of Zacatecas,

891 Kid-Glove Kit, the Dandy of the Rockies,

898 Kid-Glove Kit and Pardy or, The Gold King,

108 oa ee ee or, The Mr ot Bohlen

 

BY JACK FARRAGOUT, |

$15 Ned, the Oabin Boy.
820 The Sea Sorceress; or, The Boy Skipper,

BY FRANK DUMONT,

120 The Branded Hand; or, The Man of Mystery,

127 Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road.

140 Blue Blazes; or, The Break o’ Day Beys of Rocky lima.
171 Ebony Dan; or, The Rival Leagues.

185 Evil Eye; or, The Vultures of the Rio Grande,

BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY, U. 8. Ne

176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buecaneer of the Bag,
180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. ;
192 Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Point.

: f

BY HARRY HAZARD.

828 Arkansaw Jack; or, The Scourge of the Mines,
829 Red-Skin Tom; or, The Demon’s Trail, ©
842 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Ouflam

BY COL. A. F. HOLT.

$99 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Mon of Death coon
419 Kenneth, the Knife-King.
485 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods,

BY J. W. OSBON.

469 The Rival Giants of Nowhar’.
498 Cactus Burr, the Man from Hard Lueck,
\

BY FREDERICK DEWEY,

818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Rifle-Shots,
478 Tangemund, the Desert Detective.

MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS,
4 Ae: Wald ee Itunters. By Capt. Mayne Retd ont
9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen,
12 Gulliver’s Travels. By Dean Swift,
14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp.
16 Robinson Orusoe. (27 Ilustrations.)
18 Sindbad the Saflor. His Seven Voyages.
22 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe, By Juan
88 ee ‘Odsal Bloodhound ; or, The Red Pirates of the
Carribees. By S, W. Pierce,
86 The Boy Clown} or, The Queen of the Arena, By Fray

88 nox Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack.
51 ‘The b Boy. Rifles; or, The Underground Camp, By Archie

95 fhe > Rival Rovers The Freebooters of the Mississtppi.
iy dena Gul eienaltinks (071 abiiee a

8 Robin Hood, the Out): 1;
9: Esk bt in Hoods tinea med Earl; or, The Merry Men of Greem~

. 105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crow eis = Ey Cope

Hamilton Ho]mes.
112 The Mad Hunter}; or, The Cave of Death. y Beta Baie:
124 Tippy, the Texan; or, The Young nner By George
son.

128 The LB hat %y Privateer}; or, The Pirate's Stronghold, By
Cav

148 dale Sam}; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Boy. By J.
Alexander Patten.

Dusky D. i, T: ; or, The @: l-
er: Swans ST ran Be oP re

261 Fergus Fearnaught, the New York Boy. By George I,
266 Killb’ar, the Gs Guides or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail.

298 Red Claw, the tac thvia Trapper, or, The Maid of the Clift,
By Captain Comstock.

817 Foose ee the Lively Lad from Leadville, By Liea-

28 Th D tectis A Boy’ t for Life
828 Toe eee ves or, y’s Fight fe and Honor,

850 Red Ralph, Fae. River Rover} or, The Brother's Re
venge. By Ned Bi

865 Baltimore Ben, pe Bootblack Detective. By A. P. Morris,
874 Gold-Dust Tom} or, Ben’s Double Hath, By George a

876 Galltornta Joe’s First Trail. By ‘Colonel Thomae

Hoyer Monstery.
418 Billy Bombshell, the Clif Climber. By F. 8. Winthrop.
440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowle Kid. By Arthur C. ee
475 The Black Ship. By John S. Warner.
484 Comanche Dick and His Three Iavinetbles, br

489 The, ‘Diamond Sports or, The Dentiy Hat oe Bey

A New Issue Every Paesday.

The Half-Dime Library ts for sale by
cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of six

 
 

 

BY EDWARD L. WHEELER.
Deadwood Dick Novels.
1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road.
20 Double Daggers 3 or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance,
28 Buffalo Ben}; or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise.
85 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval.
42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza.
49 Omaha OLL; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger.
Bz Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, he Pards of Flood Bar.
Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine,
orduroy Charlie 3 or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act,
Deadwood Dick in Lead ville,
deadwood Dick’s Device; or, ‘ke Double Cross Sign.
Deadwood Dick as Detective.
eadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s

Gulch.
188 Blonde Bil; or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base.
149 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike,
156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood} or, The Picked Party.
195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Riv«ls of the Road.
201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick’s Ward.
205 Tena Dick’s Doom}; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Ad-

venture.

? Captain Orack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. *
a1 ae op tet Sam} or, The Black Gown.
old-Dust Dick, A Romance of Rough. and Toughs.

Jeadwood Dick’s Divide; or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake.
Jendwood Dick’s Death Trail. .
Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of

Oregon.
821 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats.
847 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig-

‘ings.
851 Heddwod Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta.
862 Deadwood Dick’s Claim; or, The Fairy Face of Faro

Flats.
405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City
410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds ;

Porter.
421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A “Cute Case.”
480 Deadwood Dick’s Dust}; or, The Chained Hand.

4438 Deadwood Dick, Jr.

448 Nickel-Plate Ned; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance.
458 Sunflower Sam, ot Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full

Hand.
459 Flush Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Ronnd-
465 Philo Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at
Claim 10.

471 Bozeman Bill; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral.

476 Humboldt Harr, the Hurricane;- or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s
Dog Detective.

481 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwood Dick Jr. in Deadwood,

491 Prince Pistol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick
Jr’s Compact.

496 Monte Cristo, Jr.: or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Inheritance.

500 Deadwood Dick’s Digeines s or, Dr. Death-Grip’s Swoop.

508 Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance.

515 Deadwood Dick’s Protegee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler.

26 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Demon.

82 Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Dead-Shot.

89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Life in New York.

45 Old Avalanche}; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand,

58 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix. /

61 Buckhorn Bill; or, The Red Rifle Team.

69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter; or, The Hay, Detective.

80 Rosebud Kob3 or, Nugget Ned, the Knight.

84 Idyl, the Girl Miner} or, Rosebud Rob on Hand.

88 Phetograph Phil; or, Rosebud Rob’s Reappearance,

92 Canada Chet ; or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp.
96 Watch-Eyes or, Arabs and Angels of a Great City,

118 Jack Moyle the Young Speculator.

117 Gilt-Edged Dick, the Sport Detective.

421 Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport.

125 B

188 Boss &

Bill, Miner.
b the King of Bootblacks,

141 Solid Sam, the Boy Road-Agent.
145 apie Ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob’s

oss Job. y
New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective.
Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, The Sierras Scamps.

ild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo.
'ritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
ritz to the Front; or, The Ventril
snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab
Apollo Bin, the Trail Tornado,
Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator.
lerra Sam, the Frontier Ferret.
ierra Sam’s Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints.
ierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Big Vista.
erra Sam’s Seven} or, The Stolen Bride.
Jumbo Joe, the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heira,
penver ‘Doll, the Detective Queen.
Jenver Doll’s Victory.
Denver Doll’s Decoy § or. Little Bill’s Bonanza,
urk, the Boy Ferret.
Denver Doll’s Drift ; or, The Road Queen.
A No. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker,
*Liza Jane, the Girl Miner; or, the Iron-Nerved ene
Kelley, Mickey & Company, the Sleuths of Philadelphia,
Little Quick-Shot 3 or, The Dead Face of Daggersville.
Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner.
Kangaroo Kit’s Racket.
Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Blog
ee Oe Fred, the Gent trom Gopher.
Yreka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery of

Life.
reka Jim’s Prize.

gis xen Neds; or, The Secret of Slab City.

B82 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villain’s Vengeance,
B85 Yreka Jim’s Joker} or, The Rivals of Red Nose.
_ 889 Bicycle Ben; or. The Lion of Lightning Lode,
-\ 894 Yreka Jim of Yuba Dam.
nkles, the Night-Watch Detective.

416 High Hat Marry, the Base Ball Detective,

- 426 Sam Slabsides, the Beggar-Boy Detective.
484 Jim Beak and Pal, Private Detectives.
; ree Ss

 

uist Hunter,
etective,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

anta Fe Sal, the Slasher.
6 Sealskin Sam, the Sparkler.

BY PHILIP 8, WARNE.

Patent-Leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer.
©apinin Arizona ; or, Patent-Leather Joe's big Game.
Captain Mask 3 or, Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat,

Deapard, the Duellat; or, The Mountain Vompires,

Tough Boy 3 or, The Dwarf’s Revenge,
ornado; or, The Outcasts of the Glen.
or, the Queer Pard. ,
Caught in His Own Trap,

yD or, A Race for a Ranch.
cf reeches 3 or, Old Jumbo’s

Sin 3 or, The Curse of Blood,

ss eae of the Mines.

05
ean.

 

206 Dark Paw

 

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

% The Flying Yankee} or, The Ocean Outcast.\

17 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer; or, The Fugitive Yacht,
. 24 Diamond Dirk bee The Mystery of the Yellowstone.

62 The Shadow Ship; or, The Rival Lieutenants.

5 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf.
102 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Smuggier.
111 The Sea-Devil; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy.
116 The Mussar Captain; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate,
197 Little Grit; or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter,
204 Gold Plume; or, The Kid-Glove Sport.
216 Bison Bill, the Prince of the Reins.
222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer.
229 Crimson Kate 3 or, The Cowboy’s Triumph,
287 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain.
245 Merle, the Middy 3 or, The Freelance Heir.
250 The Midshipman Mutincer; or, Brandt, the Buccaneer.
262 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treasure

Island.
269 The Gold Ship 5
276

Merle Monte’s
Ship.”

280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride,

284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge.

287 Billy Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rover of the Rio Grande.

804 The Dead Shot Dandy ; or, Benito, the Boy Bugler.
808 Keno Kit; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double.

814 The Mysterlous Marauder} or, The Boy Bugler’s Long

or, Merle, the Condemned.
Cruise; or, The Chase of “The Gold

“trail,
877 Bonodel, the Boy Rover; or, The Flagless Schooner,
BS8 The Indian Pilot 3 or, The Search for Pirate Island,
887 Warpath WILK, the Boy Phantom,
B98 Seawall; the Boy Lieutenant.
402 Isodor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fatal League.
407 The Boy Insurgent}; or, The Cuban Vendetta.
12 The Wild Yachtsman; or, The War-Cloua’s Cruise,
Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee.
A bin Boy’s Luck; or, The Corsair.
The Sea Raider.
44) The Ocean Firefly 3 or, A Middy’s Ver geance.
446 HMaphazard ee 3 or, The Scapegrace of the Sea,
450 Wizard Will; or, The Boy Ferre: of New York.
454 Wizard Will's Street Scouts.
462 The Born Guide}; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer.
468 Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster.
A474 Flora; or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Pard.
488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Last Case.
A487 Nevada Ned, the Revolver Ranger. .
495 Arizona Joe the Boy Pard of Texas Jack.
497 Buck Taylor, King of the Cowboys. |
508 The Royal Middy ; or, The Shark and the Sea Cat.

BY BUFFALO BILL (Hon. Wm. F. Cody).

8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand,
19 The Phantom Spy! or, The Pilot of the Prairie.
55 Deadly-Eye, the Unknown Scout.
68 Border Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover.
158 Faney Frank of Colorado $ or, The Trapper’s Trust,

BY CHARLES MORRIS,

118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective.
122 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy.
126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detective.
180 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Rags.
142 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective,
#47 Will Wildfire, the Thoroughbred.
152 Black Bess, Will Wildfire’s Racer.
157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy.
162 WIll Wildfire in the Woods.
165 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Boy.
170 A Trump Card} or, Will Wildfire Wins and Loses,
174 Bob Rockett; or, Mysteries of New York.
179 Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner,
188 The Hidden Hand hed Will Wildfire’s Revenge.
187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers,
189 Bob Rockett; or, Driven to the Wall.
196 Shadowed ; or, Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life.
1, the Tiger King.

212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective,
220 Tom Tanner ; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock.
225 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky.

5 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy.
fhe Two “ Bloods ”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang.
Dick Dashaway ¢ or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago.
fhe Young Sleuths; or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail,
olly Jim, the Detective Apprentice.
olly Jim’s Job; or, The Young Detective.
fhe Water-Hound; or, The Young Thoroughbred.
Dashaway, of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker

sity.
824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective.
841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective.
858 The Reporter-Detective; or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard.
867 Wide-Awake Joc; or, A Boy of the Times.
879 Larry, the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boulevard.
408 Firelly Jack, the River-Rat Detective.
428 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Cashier.
428 Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective.
482 Invincible Lo; an, the Pinkerton Ferret.
456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond.

6 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive.
429 Detective Dodge 3 or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
488 Wild Dick Racket. ‘

501 Boots, the Boy Fireman ; or, Too Sharp for the Sharper.

 

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR.

2 Yellowstone Jack or, The Trapper.
48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaw’s Retreat,
65 Murricane Wills or, Mustang Sam and His Pard.
119 Mustang Sam $3 or, The King of the Plains.
186 Night-lMawk Kit; or, The Daughter of the Ranch.
by Lance the Boy Sport.
her Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Rescue.
slack Sanity, or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy.
168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire.
184 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path.
208 The Boy Pards; or, Dainty Lance Unmasks.
211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City.
810 The Barranea Wolf; or, The Beautiful Decoy.
819 The Black Rider 3 or, The Horse-Thieves’ League.
885 Old Double Fist; or, The Strange Guide,
855 The King of the Woods: or. Daniel Boone’s Last Trail,
449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective.

BY EDWARD §. ELLIS,

Bill Biddon, areebe ;
Seth Jones; or, The Captives of the Frontier.
Nat Todd; or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive.
The Frontier Angel.
The Boy Miners; or, The Enchanted Island.
he Munted Hunter; or, The Strange Horseman,
‘he Malf-Blood 3 or, The Panther of the Plain
The Huge Hunter; or, The Steam Prairie M

 

 

BY OLL COOMES,

5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jew,

18 The Dumb Spy.
27 Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide.
81 Keen-Knife, the Prince of the Prairies.
41 Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger.
58 The Border King; or, The Secret Foe.
1 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy.
74 Nawk-eye Harry, the Young Trapper Ranger,
88 Rollo, the Box anger,
84 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman.

Scar-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter,
46 Silver Star, the Boy Knight.
58 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon.
68 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger, 4
78 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper.
82 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain.
02 Prospect Petes or, The Young Outlaw Hunters,
08 The Boy Hercules: or, The Prairie Tramps,
18 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terror.
24 Dashing Dicks or, Trapper Tom’s Castle.
28 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad.
88 The Parson Detective; or, The Little Ranger.
43 The Dixguixed Guide 3 or, Wild Raven, the Ranger.
60 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger. :
72 Minkskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter.
90 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy.
00 The Sky Demon ; or, Rainbolt, the Ranger.
84 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero.
09 Hercules; or, Dick, the Boy Ranger.
1% Webfoot Mose, the Tramp Detective.
122 Baby Sam, the Boy Giant of the Yellowstone.
44 VAttle Buckskin, tne Young Prairie Centaur,
57 Wingedfoot Fred; or, Old Polar Saul.

Tamarac Tom, the Big Trapper Boy.
78 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Epidemic,
82 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan.

 

BY T. ©. WARBAUGH.

ck o? the Night; or, The Boy Spy of 776.
e Hidden Lodge}; or The Little Hunter.
htingale Nat; or, The Forest Captains,
Dandy Jack 3 or, The Outlaws of the Oregon Traity
82 Kit Harefoot the Wood-Hawk.
94 Midnight Jack 3 or, The Boy Trapper,
106 Old Frosty, the Guide; or, The White Queen,
128 Kiowa Charley the White Mustanger.
189 Judge Lynch, Jr.: or, The Boy Vigilante.
155. Gold Trigger, the Sport; or, The Girl Avenger,
Tornado Tom; or, Injun Jack From Red Core.
188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy.
198 Arkansaw 3 or, The Queen of Fate’s Revenge.
207 Navajo Nick, the Boy Gold Hunter.
215 Captain Bullet or, Little Topknot’s Crusade,
231 Plucky Phil; or, Rosa, the Rei Jezebel.
241 Bill Bravo; er, Tie Roughs of the Rockies,
255 Captain Apolle, the King-Pin of Bowie,
267 The Buckskin Detective.
279 Old Winch; or, The Buckskin Desperadoes.
294 Dynamite Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Cochetopa.
802 The Mountain Detective; or, The Trigger Bar Buily..
816 Old Eclipse, Trump Card of Arizona,
826 The Ten Pards; or. The Terror of Take-Notice.
886 Big Benson; or, The Queen of the Lasso.
845 Pitiless Matt; or, Red Thunderbolt’s Secret.
856 Ooot sam una Par’ o- The Terrible Six.
866 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective.
886 Captain Cutlass; or, ! he Bxccaneer’s Girl Foe.
896 Rough Rob; or, The !'win Champions of Blue Blazes,
All The Silken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin.
418 Felix Fox, the Bo: tter.
425 Texas Trump, the Border Rattler.
486 Phil Flash, the New York Fox.
445 The ey Sleuths; or, Red Rolfe’s Pigeon.
461 One Against Fifty; or, The Las Man of Keno Bar.
470 The Boy Shadow; or, Felix Fox’s Hunt.
47? The Excelsior Sport; or, The Washington Spotter,
499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport.
502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret.

BY ALBERT W. AIKEN.

11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes ofa noe
76 Abe Oolt, the Crow-Killer; or, The Great Fighting

the West.
-?9 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. : 7
288 Joe Buck of Angela and His Boy Pard. 4 »
447 New York Nat. A Tale of Tricks and Traps in Gotham, ;
458 New England Nick; or, The Fortunes of a Founding,
464 Nimble Nick, the Circus Prince. YRS
498 Taos Ted, toe Arizona Sport.

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504 Five Points Phil, the Pavement Prince; or, Caught in the: ‘

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505 powelle Pards ot, The One-Armed Giant. By Maj. H, B.

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506 Redlight Ralph, the Prince of the Road, By J. C, Cowe. —
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507 The Hunted Midshipman. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham,

508 Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. By E. L. Wheeler, _
509 Jack Jaggers, the Butcher Boy Detective. By Jo Pierce.

510 Cool Colorado, the Half-Breed Detective. By A. W. Aiken.

511 The Outlawed Middy. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.

512 Dodger Dick, the Wharf-Spy Detective. By T. C. Harbaugh,
518 The Demon Doctor. By Geo. C. Jenks.

514 Broadway Billy’s Boodle. By J. C. Cowdrick. —
515 Deadwood Dick’s Protegee. By E. L. Wheeler.
516 Tartar Tim; or, Five Points Phil’s Menagerie. By Jo Pierce.
517 Jim Gladden’s Deputy. By P. S. Wame. :
518 Cool Colorado in New York. By Albert W. Aiken. _
519 Captain Mystery ; or, Five in One. By William G. Patten,

520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow.
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521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge. By T. C. Harbaugh. :
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