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POEMS.
"ONCE I WENT."
A PARODY.
Once I went to Long Island City, prepared to take the train for Jamaica, Babylon, Islip, Oakdale, Bayport, Patchogue, Moriches, and the Hamptons.
I had with me all things which could combine to conduce to my comfort. These are the things I never forget.
Soon I sought out the parlor-car porter—ebon-visaged, gold-capped:
"O official of the Long Island Railroad, O man, O black brother, the best seat for me, and there, take my bag, umbrella, hot-water tin, overcoat, and goloshes."
I had with me all things which could combine to conduce to my comfort. These are the things I never forget.
Soon I sought out the parlor-car porter—ebon-visaged, gold-capped:
"O official of the Long Island Railroad, O man, O black brother, the best seat for me, and there, take my bag, umbrella, hot-water tin, overcoat, and goloshes."
That one flew, flat-footed. I followed. The crowds observed me.
I entered the car, and selected someone else's place by the window.
I entered the car, and selected someone else's place by the window.
