ed the huge Library--christened of Astor.
Then she shook down her skirts to their natural latitude--
Ahem'd once or twice--struck _out_ a nice attitude--
And then she struck _into_ this little oration,
Though I'm sure _I_ don't know where she learned declamation.

* * * * *

"Spirit, behold! these bending shelves
Are groaning 'neath the gathered store
Of every nation's varied lore.
Most welcome are the poor themselves
To freely turn these countless pages,
And gather from the words of sages
All the light of former ages.
Whoever wills is here a guest,
The _poorest_ are the welcomest.
Who hath done this? your virtuous mob,
Or a 'cold-hearted miser,' a 'pampered snob?'"

* * * * *

Here her Companion began to perceive
That her feminine tongue would have its own way;
That the cleverest thing _he_ could do was to leave
The talking to her, and have Nothing to Say.
The lady had now been chattering so long,
She felt that her voice was beginning to fail her;
A punch would, she felt, be a blessing and boon,
The "dientical" thing with which to regale her,
So they pushed their way through the gathering throng,
And hurried away to Taylor's Saloon.

* * * * *

They seated themselves at the table together,--
The customers "staring their eyes out," to see
Who this queer-looking couple could possibly be,--
Asking each other in whispers, whether,
It wasn't the likeliest thing that she,
Was a Western Actress, and he an Editor;
And some were terribly frightened, because
They couldn't help thinking there certainly was,
The Old Nick to pay, and that he was their creditor.

* * * * *

But the strangers composedly sat, never heeding
These stupid remarks, or taking offence,
And they quietly kept on their drinking and feeding,
Without the slightest regard to expense.
If an appetite sharp is a thing so delightful,
Charity had no occasion to sigh at hers;
Boarding-house keepers would say it was frightful,
And ruinous too, to the hotel proprietors.

* * * * *

They were sated at last, and turned from the door;
He, wondering whither she now would go--
And well he might--in an instant more
He was over shoes in the frozen snow;
While she coolly remarked, w