YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Mamma was just saying it was only a 

 gilded show, with gaudy cages covering 

 much that was sad and pitiful behind the 

 glittering exterior. For the lions and tigers 

 and leopards languished and suffered as 

 keenly behind those golden bars as in a 

 gloomier prison, as they were jostled wearily 

 from town to town, hemmed in by crow r ds, 

 dazzled by artificial lights, excited and har- 

 assed by the ever-moving throngs gazing 

 upon them, their muscles cramped and ach- 

 ing, their lungs panting for the free air and 

 wild life of the desert and their native 

 jungles. 



But her words of pity were drowned by 

 the roar of the great steam calliope, that 

 burst on the air like a hundred locomotive 

 whistles, in weird tune, or like a giant bag- 

 pipe. 



But what comes now looming up behind, 

 rilling the narrow street from side to side ? 

 Is it a great, grimy Bedouin tent, overspread 

 with Oriental splendor, swept on a desert 

 cyclone as it sways, like a bellied sail, from 

 side to side ? 



No, no Wake up ! Don't get to dream- 

 ing at sound of the weird calliope, but if 

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