The Arkansas advocate., 1835-08-21
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Who call and take a faYorite tome,
 But never read 1t through; They thus complete their set at home,
 By making one of you. Behold the book shelf of a dunce
 Who borrows-never lends; on work in twenty volumes, once
 Belonged to twenty friends. New tales and novels you may shut
 From view-tis all ill vain: A They're gone-.and though the leaves are cut, They never come again For pamphlets lent look around, For tracts my tears are split; But when they take book that's bound, Els surely extta gaitf \ circulating library
 Is mine-ny birds are flown; There's one old volume left, to be
 Like all the rest, a-5odR. I,zof my 'sspen8eno quite bsrsft,
 Last winter sore wasshaken; Of"Laa6'' Eve but quarter left,
 Nor could I save my Bacon. Ny Halp' and s<T4itlo. were leyeled flat, But 'e.lioore" WAS still the cry; And then although ] threw them Spaat'
 They swallowed up my Pye.'' O'ef every thing however slight,
 They threw some airy trammeI; They took my C sIoggo and ssFoa'' one night, And pocketed my SsCampbeH.o And then I saw my < CrabBe' at last, Like Hamlet's backward go, And as my tide was ebbing fast,
 Of course l lost my Reeoe , I wondered into what balloon,
 Ny books their course had bent, And yet with all my maryelling, soon
 found my s'.Hargeto went. Ny ss.Ngl1et'' served to knock me down,
 Which makes ne thus talEer; And once when I was out of town, Ny 'sJobHson" proved ssWzatber." While studying o'ef. the fire one day,
 My 'Ho6beS amidst the smoke, They bore my Gotaaait' clean away,
 And carried of my Poke They picked my Locke, D to me far more Than Bramah's patent worth; And now my losses depiore,
 Without ''Honae' on curtin Ifonce a book I let them lift,
 Another they conceal For though caught them stealing sssSaoJf," Asswiftly went my ''Steeie." ssHope'' is not now upon my shelf,
 Where late he stood elated But what IS strange, my Pope" himself
 Is communicated. Fen Glooer'so works cannot put
 My frozen hands upon; Though ever since l lost my s' Foote,
 My sBuayau" has been gone. Ny s'Hoyle'' with C cotton' went-oppress d Ny s'15uylor'' too must fail; To save my esoidsnaifh', from arrest,
 In vain offered Bayle.'' 'sPrior'' sought, but could not see
 The tsHood'' so late in front; And when l turned to hunt for Gee
 Oh! where was my sLeigh Hlsnte'' Itried to laugh, old Care to tickle, Yet could not Tickle touch And then, alackl missed my .Hicdle,'
 And surely ss.ttickte's" much. 'Tisqute enoughnny grief to feed,
 Ny sorrow to excuse, To think I cannot read my z iseid,
 Nor even use my Hughes" To Fgest' and ssouth' ! turn my head,
 Exposed alike toodd jeers; For since my Roger .4sehapa's" fled,
 osE 'eaa for my Rogers There's sure an eye that marks as well
 The blossom as the sparrow; Yet all unseen my sLily7 fell
 Twas taken in my Barroacs'' They took my Horne" and z Horne 1ooFe''
 too,.
 And thus my treasures fit; feel when ] would ( Ha-tA'' view, The flames that 1t hos ta. Ny words worth little, st tttyordsm0rit,' gone, If survive it's doom; How many a bard doated on,
 Was swept off with my sBroome,'' My classics could not quiet lie,
 A thing So fond1y hoped; s Like Dr. Primrose. l may cry
 My 'Lipy" has eloped. 8 My life is wasting fast away, suffer from these shocks, S And though I'ye fixed . lock on sG1,ay,''
 There's grey upon my locks. # Pm far from s'.Yoaag,, ''--afn growing pale;
 l see my Butler" fly; And when they ask about my oik, 'Fiis's l8sat1foa's ., ? l reply. They still have made some slight returns,
 And thus my grlefs divide, For they have rid me of my 'sBurns,"
 And eased my s..1keaside.' But all think shall not say,
 Nor let my anger burn; For as they never found me s'Gag." & They have not left me Sterne.a