ILLUSTRATIONS
Reading edition
by
I. T. BALLIN.
Whispered malicious tales in his ears Frontispiece
He gazed at the fair form in bridal attire lying upon the floor 104
Here, Miss, I ain't got no money but I'd like to give you them shoes 117
Confessing all to the wonder-working Saint 167
Near Dresden lies a garden, Therein a cherry tree, Beneath whose fragrant shadow, Came happy dreams to me. On its bark my love for her, In ardent words I traced; In rapture, then in sorrow, Trembling with nervous haste. The moon so bright had risen, Those words glared forth at night. I glanced at them all frightened, Then screened them from my sight.
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On zephyr's wave a whisper came, From wicked gnomes to me addressed: "Come here, come here, thou human toy, And find with us thy final rest."