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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Evening Company</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the sitting-room, the company<br>Had been increased in number. Two or three<br>Young couples had been added: Emma King,<br>Ella and Mary Mathers--all could sing<br>Like veritable angels--Lydia Martin, too,<br>And Nelly Millikan.--What songs they knew!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_''Ever of Thee--wherever I may be,<br>Fondly I'm drea-m-ing ever of thee!_''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with their gracious voices blend the grace<br>Of Warsaw Barnett's tenor; and the bass<br>Unfathomed of Wick Chapman--Fancy still<br>Can _feel_, as well as _hear_ it, thrill on thrill,<br>Vibrating plainly down the backs of chairs<br>And through the wall and up the old hall-stairs.--<br>Indeed young Chapman's voice especially<br>Attracted _Mr. Hammond_--For, said he,<br>Waiving the most Elysian sweetness of<br>The _ladies_' voices--altitudes above<br>The _man's_ for sweetness;--_but_--as _contrast_, would<br>Not Mr. Chapman be so very good<br>As, just now, to oblige _all_ with--in fact,<br>Some sort of _jolly_ song,--to counteract<br>In part, at least, the sad, pathetic trend<br>Of music _generally_. Which wish our friend<br>'The Noted Traveler' made second to<br>With heartiness--and so each, in review,<br>Joined in--until the radiant _basso_ cleared<br>His wholly unobstructed throat and peered<br>Intently at the ceiling--voice and eye<br>As opposite indeed as earth and sky.--<br>Thus he uplifted his vast bass and let<br>It roam at large the memories booming yet:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Old Simon the Cellarer keeps a rare store<br>Of Malmsey and Malvoi-sie,<br>Of Cyprus, and who can say how many more?--<br>But a chary old so-u-l is he-e-ee--<br>A chary old so-u-l is he!<br>Of hock and Canary he never doth fail;<br>And all the year 'round, there is brewing of ale;--<br>Yet he never aileth, he quaintly doth say,<br>While he keeps to his sober six flagons a day.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... And then the chorus--the men's voices all<br>_Warred_ in it--like a German Carnival.--<br>Even _Mrs_. Hammond smiled, as in her youth,<br>Hearing her husband--And in veriest truth<br>'The Noted Traveler's' ever-present hat<br>Seemed just relaxed a little, after that,<br>As at conclusion of the Bacchic song<br>He stirred his 'float' vehemently and long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Cousin Rufus with his flute, and art<br>Blown blithely through it from both soul and heart--<br>Inspired to heights of mastery by the glad,<br>Enthusiastic audience he had<br>In the young ladies of a town that knew<br>No other flutist,--nay, nor _wanted_ to,<br>Since they had heard _his_ 'Polly Hopkin's Waltz,'<br>Or 'Rickett's Hornpipe,' with its faultless faults,<br>As rendered solely, he explained, 'by ear,'<br>Having but heard it once, Commencement Year,<br>At 'Old Ann Arbor.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Maymie now<br>Seemed 'friends' with _Mr. Hammond_--anyhow,<br>Was lifted to his lap--where settled, she--<br>Enthroned thus, in her dainty majesty,<br>Gained _universal_ audience--although<br>Addressing him alone:--'I'm come to show<br>You my new Red-blue pencil; and _she_ says'--<br>(Pointing to _Mrs._ Hammond)--'that she guess'<br>You'll make a _picture_ fer me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what _kind_<br>Of picture?' Mr. Hammond asked, inclined<br>To serve the child as bidden, folding square<br>The piece of paper she had brought him there.--<br>'I don't know,' Maymie said--'only ist make<br>A _little dirl_, like me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He paused to take<br>A sharp view of the child, and then he drew--<br>Awhile with red, and then awhile with blue--<br>The outline of a little girl that stood<br>In converse with a wolf in a great wood;<br>And she had on a hood and cloak of red--<br>As Maymie watched--'_Red Riding Hood!_' she said.<br>'And who's '_Red Riding Hood'?_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'W'y, don't _you_ know?'<br>Asked little Maymie--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the man looked so<br>All uninformed, that little Maymie could<br>But tell him _all about_ Red Riding Hood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Had been increased in number. Two or three
Young couples had been added: Emma King,
Ella and Mary Mathers--all could sing
Like veritable angels--Lydia Martin, too,
And Nelly Millikan.--What songs they knew!--

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