I DEDICATE MY BOOK TO 



MY WIFE^ 



BECAUSE 



there's a rose looking in at the window, 



in every condition of life — 

 in days of content and enjoyment, 



in hours with bitterness rife. 



where'er there's THE SMILE OF A WOMAN, 



AS BRIGHT AS A BEAM FROM ABOVE, 

 ^TIS THE ROSE LOOKING IN AT THE WINDOW, 



AND FILLING THE DWELLING WITH LOVE. 



— From Poems by P. M. JaiJies. 



