Volume 10 — A MODERN ADVANTAGE

One morning, when the sun shone bright And all the earth was fair, I met a little city child, Whose ravings rent the air. "I lucidly can penetrate The Which," I heard him say,— "The How is, wonderfully, come To clear the limpid way. "The sentence, rarely, rose and fell From ceiling to the floor; Her words were spotlessly arranged, She gave me, strangely, more." "What troubles you, my little man?" I dared to ask him then,— He fixed me with a subtle stare, And said, "Most clearly, when "You see I'm occupied, it's rude To question of my aims— I'm going to the adverb school Of Mr. Henry James!"