Nathaniel P. Willis. 1817-1867.
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.[655:1]
Necessity for a Promenade Drive.
For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,
And makes his pulses fly,
To catch the thrill of a happy voice
And the light of a pleasant eye.
Saturday Afternoon.
It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.
The Month of June.
Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!
Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for him who has died full of honor and years!
Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.
The Death of Harrison.
Footnotes
[655:1] See Haliburton, page 580.