MY MARY--TAILPIECE 121 HOME AT NIGHT 123 WHEN LIDE MARRIED _Him_--TITLE 125 WHEN LIDE MARRIED _Him_--TAILPIECE 127 HER HAIR 129 LAST NIGHT AND THIS--TITLE 131 LAST NIGHT AND THIS--TAILPIECE 132 A DISCOURAGING MODEL--TITLE 133 A CAMEO FACE 135 SUSPENSE 137 TOM VAN ARDEN--TITLE 139 TOM VAN ARDEN 141 TO HEAR HER SING 146 THE RIVAL 148 A VARIATION--TITLE 151 WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TITLE 154 WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TAILPIECE 156 THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TITLE 157 THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TAILPIECE 158 O RARELY SOFT, THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS 159 A SONG OF LONG AGO 161 WHEN AGE COMES ON 165 FARMER WHIPPLE--BACHELOR--TITLE 167 RIDIN' HOME WITH MARY 171 FARMER WHIPPLE--BACHELOR--TAILPIECE 177 THE ROSE--TITLE 178 HAS SHE FORGOTTEN? 183 BLOOMS OF MAY--TITLE 185 O LAD AND LASS 186 O GLEAM AND GLOOM AND WOODLAND BLOOM 187 THE SERMON OF THE ROSE 191 [Illustration: (ILLUSTRATIONS--TAILPIECE)] RILEY LOVE-LYRICS [Illustration: (AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE)] AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. [Illustration: (AND I LIGHT MY PIPE IN SILENCE)] The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. 'Tis a fragrant retrospection--for the loving thoughts that start Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart; And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine-- When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream. In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm-- For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wine That makes me drink the deeper to that old sweetheart of mine. [Illustration: (THE VOICES OF MY CHILDREN)] [Illustration: (THE PINK SUNBONNET)]