DREAMING BOB 



I. 



" One misty, moisty morning, 



When cloudy was the weather, 

 I met an old man 

 All clad in leather." 



Mother Goose. 



r T^HERE is often so little of real interest 

 JL connected with the present that it is a 

 genuine pleasure to meet with a person who 

 can carry us back to times that had or seem to 

 have had charms that now are lacking. We 

 have lost all the links that bound us to the 

 past century, and the first decade of the 

 present one does not to so great a degree 

 suggest " ye good old times." Nevertheless, 

 it was before coal was used as fuel, or steam 

 as a motive power, and electricity was little 

 more than a name. So ran my thoughts as I 

 approached the old man who was walking to 



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