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The Project Gutenberg EBook of John Smith, U.S.A., by Eugene Field This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title:John Smith, U.S.A. Author: Eugene Field Release Date: June 23, 2004 [EBook #12696] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII 0. START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JOHN SMITH, U.S.A. *** Produced by Kevin O'Hare and PG Distributed Proofreaders [Illustration: Eugene Field] JOHN SMITH U.S.A. BY EUGENE FIELD AUTHOR OF THE CLINK OF THE ICE IN WINK-A-WAY-LAND

HOOSIER LYRICS, ETC. 1905.INTRODUCTION. From whatever point of view the character of Eugene Field is seen, genius--rare and quaint presents itself is childlike simplicity. That he was a poet of keen perception, of rare discrimination, all will admit. He was a humorist as delicate and fanciful as Artemus Ward, Mark Twain, Bill Nye, James Whitcomb Riley, Opie Read, or Bret Harte in their happiest moods. Within him ran a poeticvein, capable of being worked in any direction, and from which he could, at will, extract that which his imagination saw and felt most. That he occasionally left the child-world, in which he longed to linger, to wander among the older children of men, where intuitively the hungry listener follows him into his Temple of Mirth, all should rejoice, for those who knew him not, can while away the momentsimbibing the genius of his imagination in the poetry and prose here presented. Though never possessing an intimate acquaintanceship with Field, owing largely to the disparity in our ages, still there existed a bond of friendliness that renders my good opinion of him in a measure trustworthy. Born in the same city, both students in the same college, engaged at various times in newspaper work both inSt. Louis and Chicago, residents of the same ward, with many mutual friends, it is not surprising that I am able to say of him that "the world is better off that he lived, not in gold and silver or precious jewels, but in the bestowal of priceless truths, of which the possessor of this book becomes a benefactor of no mean share of his estate." Every lover of Field, whether of the songs ofchildhood or the poems that lend mirth to the out-pouring of his poetic nature, will welcome this unique collection of his choicest wit and humor. CHARLES WALTER Brown. Chicago, January, 1905.

CONTENTS. John Smith
 The Fisherman's Feast
 To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr.
 The Bottle and the Bird
 The Man Who Worked with Dana on the "Sun"
 A Democratic Hymn
 The Blue and the Gray
 It is the Printer'sFault
 Summer Heat
 Plaint of the Missouri 'Coon in the Berlin Zoological Gardens The Bibliomaniac's Bride
 Ezra J. M'Manus to a Soubrette
 The Monstrous Pleasant Ballad of the Taylor Pup
 Long Meter
 To DeWitt Miller
 Francois Villon
 Lydia Dick 
 The Tin Bank
 In New Orleans
 The Peter-Bird
 Dibdin's Ghost 
 An Autumn Treasure-Trove
 When the Poet Came
 The Perpetual Wooing
 My Playmates
 MediaevalEventide Song
 Alaskan Balladry
 Armenian Folk-Song--The Stork
 The Vision of the Holy Grail
 The Divine Lullaby
 Mortality
 A Fickle Woman
 Egyptian Folk-Song
 Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge
 Alaskan Balladry, No. 1
 Old Dutch Love Song
 An Eclogue from Virgil
 Horace to Maecenas
 Horace's "Sailor and Shade"
 Uhland's "Chapel"
 "The Happy Isles" of Horace
 Horatian Lyrics
 Hugo's "Pool in theForest" 
 Horace I., 4
 Love Song--Heine
 Horace II., 3
 The Two Coffins 
 Horace I., 31
 Horace to His Lute
 Horace I., 22
 The "Ars Poetica" of Horace XXIII
 Marthy's Younkit
 Abu Midjan
 The Dying Year
 Dead Roses JOHN SMITH. To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea; There was no water in my eyes, but my spirits...
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