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AN UNHAPPY MAN.

Who is this man with a haggard face, Who groans and sighs and tears his hair T And up and down his room doth pace With wild distraction in his air ? Is conscience gnawing him within, Is he to grim remorse a prey, Doth some unexpiated sin Sit heavy on his soul to-day ? No, he's a poet, gentle, mild, A man from evil passions free, Who never harmed man, woman, child, Or on a worm trod needlessly. To-day he'd write — no thoughts will come ; No web of fancy will he weave, His boy is beating on the drum He bought for him on Christmas Eve. " A Christmas gambol oft would cheer . The poor man's heart through half the year." — Sik. W. Scott.

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Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 9

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125

AN UNHAPPY MAN. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 9

AN UNHAPPY MAN. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 9