WORSHIPFUL TOMES OF MINE

MY BOOKS They dwell Id the odor of oampbor. They stand In a Sheraton shrine. They are warranted early editions. These worshipful tomes of mine.
In their creamy Oxford relinm. In their redolent crushed Irant. With their delicate watered linings. They are jewels of price.
I gyant Blind tooled and Morocco Jointed. They have ZaehndorFs daintiest d reset. They are graceful attenuate voUsbed. But they gather the dust no lesa.
For the row that 1 prise is yonder Away on the unglaaed shelves. The bulged and bruised octavos. The dear and dumpey twelVoa Montaigne with his sheepskin blistered. And Howell the worse for wear.
And the worm drilled Jesuits Horace. And the little old cropped Moller. And the Burton 1 bought for a florin. And the Rabelais foxed and flead.
For theothers I never hare opened. But these are the books. I read Austin Dobson in Lftarary Weekly DOUBLE HEADED Os course said tho doorkeeper we calculate in the dime museum business to deceive the publlo a little now and then but as. It is dime for the amusement and instruction of the pub lic 1 don't see as any one has any call to complain Suppose.
I do exhibit.