LITTLE BOY BLUE
The little toy dog is covered withdust
But sturdy and stanch hestands,
And the little toy soldier is red with rust
And his musket moulds in hishands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passingfair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put themthere.
"Now, don't you go till I come,"he said,
"And don't youmake any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys.
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little BoyBlue—
Oh! the years are many—the years arelong—
But the little toyfriends are true!
Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue theystand—
Each in the sameold place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder—as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that littlechair—
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put themthere.
EUGENE FIELD
A STUDY IN HEREDITY AND CONTRADICTIONS
By
SLASON THOMPSON
With Portraits, Views and Fac-Simile Illustrations
VOLUME II
Published, December, 1901
Charles Scribner's Sons
New York
1901
CONTENTS
| Chapter | Page | |
| I. | PEDIGREE | 1 |
| II. | INTRODUCTION TO COLORED INKS | 15 |
| III. | SOME LETTERS | 44 |
| IV. | MORE LETTERS | 71 |
| V. | PUBLICATION OF HIS FIRST BOOKS | 107 |
| VI. | HIS SECOND VISIT TO EUROPE | 138 |
| VII. | IN THE SAINTS' AND SINNERS' CORNER | 169 |
| VIII. | POLITICAL RELATIONS | 198 |
| IX. | HIS "AUTO-ANALYSIS" | 234 |
| X. | LAST YEARS | <