Spoon　River　Anthology
  by　Edgar　Lee　Masters
  Contents：
  Armstrong；　Hannah
  Arnett；　Harold
  Atherton；　Lucius
  Ballard；　John
  Barker；　Amanda
  Barrett；　Pauline
  Bartlett；　Ezra
  Bateson；　Marie
  Beatty；　Tom
  Beethoven；　Isaiah
  Bennett；　Hon。　Henry
  Bindle；　Nicholas
  Blind　Jack
  Bliss；　Mrs。　Charles
  Blood；　A。　D。
  Bloyd；　Wendell　P。
  Bone；　Richard
  Branson；　Caroline
  Brown；　Jim
  Brown；　Sarah
  Browning；　Elijah
  Burleson；　John　Horace
  Butler；　Roy
  Cabanis；　Flossie
  Calhoun；　Granville
  Calhoun；　Henry　C。
  Campbell；　Calvin
  Carman；　Eugene
  Cheney；　Columbus
  Childers；　Elizabeth
  Church；　John　M。
  Churchill；　Alfonso
  Circuit　Judge；　The
  Clapp；　Homer
  Clark；　Nellie
  Clute；　Aner
  Compton；　Seth　Conant；　Edith
  Culbertson；　E。　C。
  Davidson；　Robert
  Dement；　Silas
  Dixon；　Joseph
  Drummer；　Frank
  Drummer；　Hare
  Dunlap；　Enoch
  Dye；　Shack
  Ehrenhardt；　Imanuel
  Fallas；　State's　Attorney
  Fawcett；　Clarence
  Fluke；　Willard
  Foote；　Searcy
  Ford；　Webster
  Fraser；　Benjamin
  Fraser；　Daisy
  French；　Charlie
  Frickey；　Ida
  Garber；　James
  Gardner；　Samuel
  Garrick；　Amelia
  Godbey；　Jacob
  Goldman；　Le　Roy
  Goode；　William
  Goodpasture；　Jacob
  Graham；　Mady
  Gray；　George
  Green；　Ami
  Greene；　Hamilton
  Griffy　the　Cooper
  Gustine；　Dorcas
  Hainsfeather；　Barney
  Hamblin；　Carl
  Hatfield；　Aaron
  Hawkins；　Elliott
  Hawley；　Jeduthan
  Henry；　Chase
  Herndon；　William　H。
  Heston；　Roger
  Higbie；　Archibald
  Hill；　Doc
  Hill；　The
  Hoheimer；　Knowlt
  Holden；　Barry
  Hookey；　Sam
  Howard；　Jefferson
  Hueffer；　Cassius
  Hummel；　Oscar
  Humphrey；　Lydia
  Hutchins；　Lambert
  Hyde；　Ernest
  James；　Godwin
  Jones；　Fiddler
  Jones；　Franklin
  Jones；　〃Indignation〃
  Jones；　Minerva
  Jones；　William
  Karr；　Elmer
  Keene；　Jonas
  Kessler；　Bert
  Kessler；　Mrs。
  Killion；　Captain　Orlando
  Kincaid；　Russell
  King；　Lyman
  Knapp；　Nancy
  Konovaloff；　Ippolit
  Kritt；　Dow
  Layton；　Henry
  M'Cumber；　Daniel
  McDowell；　Rutherford
  McFarlane；　Widow
  McGee；　Fletcher
  McGee；　Ollie
  M'Grew；　Jennie
  M'Grew；　Mickey
  McGuire；　Jack
  McNeely；　Mary
  McNeely；　Washington
  Malloy；　Father
  Many　Soldiers
  Marsh；　Zilpha
  Marshall；　Herbert
  Mason；　Serepta
  Matheny；　Faith
  Matlock；　Davis
  Matlock；　Lucinda
  Melveny；　Abel
  Merritt；　Mrs。
  Merritt；　Tom
  Metcalf；　Willie
  Meyers；　Doctor
  Meyers；　Mrs。
  Micure；　Hamlet
  Miles；　I。　Milton
  Miller；　Julia
  Miner；　Georgine　Sand
  Moir；　Alfred
  Newcomer；　Professor
  Osborne；　Mabel
  Otis；　John　Hancock
  Pantier；　Benjamin
  Pantier；　Mrs。　Benjamin
  Pantier；　Reuben
  Peet；　Rev。　Abner
  Pennington；　Willie
  Penniwit；　the　Artist
  Petit；　the　Poet
  Phipps；　Henry
  Poague；　Peleg
  Pollard；　Edmund
  Potter；　Cooney
  Puckett；　Lydia
  Purkapile；　Mrs。
  Purkapile；　Roscoe
  Putt；　Hod
  Reece；　Mrs。　George
  Rhodes；　Ralph
  Rhodes；　Thomas
  Richter；　Gustav
  Robbins；　Hortense
  Roberts；　Rosie
  Ross；　Thomas；　Ir。
  Russian　Sonia
  Rutledge；　Anne
  Sayre；　Johnnie
  Scates；　Hiram
  Schirding；　Albert
  Schmidt；　Felix
  Scott；　Julian
  Sewall；　Harlan
  Sharp；　Percival
  Shaw；　〃Ace　〃
  Shelley；　Percy　Bysshe
  Shope；　Tennessee　Claflin
  Sibley；　Amos
  Sibley；　Mrs。
  Simmons；　Walter
  Sissman；　Dillard
  Slack；　Margaret　Fuller
  Smith；　Louise
  Somers；　Jonathan　Swift
  Somers；　Judge
  Sparks；　Emily
  Spooniad；　The
  Standard；　W。　Lloyd　Garrison
  Stewart；　Lillian
  Tanner；　Robert　Fulton
  Taylor；　Deacon
  Theodore　the　Poet
  Throckmorton；　Alexander
  Tompkins；　Josiah
  Town　Marshal；　The
  Trainor；　the　Druggist
  Trevelyan；　Thomas
  Trimble；　George
  Tripp；　Henry
  Tubbs；　Hildrup
  Turner；　Francis
  Tutt；　Oaks
  Unknown；　The
  Village　Atheist；　The
  Wasson；　John
  Weirauch；　Adam
  Weldy；　〃Butch　〃
  Wertman；　Elsa
  Whedon；　Editor
  Whitney；　Harmon
  Wiley；　Rev。　Lemuel
  Will；　Arlo
  William　and　Emily
  Williams；　Dora
  Williams；　Mrs。
  Wilmans；　Harry
  Witt；　Zenas
  Yee　Bow
  Zoll；　Perry
  The　Hill
  Where　are　Elmer；　Herman；　Bert；　Tom　and　Charley；
  The　weak　of　will；　the　strong　of　arm；　the　clown；　the　boozer；　the　fighter？
  All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  One　passed　in　a　fever；
  One　was　burned　in　a　mine；
  One　was　killed　in　a　brawl；
  One　died　in　a　jail；
  One　fell　from　a　bridge　toiling　for　children　and　wife…
  All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  Where　are　Ella；　Kate；　Mag；　Lizzie　and　Edith；
  The　tender　heart；　the　simple　soul；　the　loud；　the　proud；　the　happy　one？
  All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  One　died　in　shameful　child…birth；
  One　of　a　thwarted　love；
  One　at　the　hands　of　a　brute　in　a　brothel；
  One　of　a　broken　pride；　in　the　search　for　heart's　desire；
  One　after　life　in　far…away　London　and　Paris
  Was　brought　to　her　little　space　by　Ella　and　Kate　and　Mag
  All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  Where　are　Uncle　Isaac　and　Aunt　Emily；
  And　old　Towny　Kincaid　and　Sevigne　Houghton；
  And　Major　Walker　who　had　talked
  With　venerable　men　of　the　revolution？
  All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  They　brought　them　dead　sons　from　the　war；
  And　daughters　whom　life　had　crushed；
  And　their　children　fatherless；　crying
  All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。
  Where　is　Old　Fiddler　Jones
  Who　played　with　life　all　his　ninety　years；
  Braving　the　sleet　with　bared　breast；
  Drinking；　rioting；　thinking　neither　of　wife　nor　kin；
  Nor　gold；　nor　love；　nor　heaven？
  Lo！　he　babbles　of　the　fish…frys　of　long　ago；
  Of　the　horse…races　of　long　ago　at　Clary's　Grove；
  Of　what　Abe　Lincoln　said
  One　time　at　Springfield。
  Hod　Putt
  HERE　I　lie　close　to　the　grave
  Of　Old　Bill　Piersol；
  Who　grew　rich　trading　with　the　Indians；　and　who
  Afterwards　took　the　Bankrupt　Law
  And　emerged　from　it　richer　than　ever
  Myself　grown　tired　of　toil　and　poverty
  And　beholding　how　Old　Bill　and　other　grew　in　wealth
  Robbed　a　traveler　one　Night　near　Proctor's　Grove；
  Killing　him　unwittingly　while　doing　so；
  For　which　I　was　tried　and　hanged。
  That　was　my　way　of　going　into　bankruptcy。
  Now　we　who　took　the　bankrupt　law　in　our　respective　ways
  Sleep　peacefully　side　by　side。
  Ollie　McGee
  Have　you　seen　walking　through　the　village
  A　Man　with　downcast　eyes　and　haggard　face？
  That　is　my　husban　who；　by　secret　cruelty
  Never　to　be　told；　robbed　me　of　my　youth　and　my　beauty；
  Till　at　last；　wrinkled　and　with　yellow　teeth；
  And　with　broken　pride　and　shameful　humility；
  I　sank　into　the　grave。
  But　what　think　you　gnaws　at　my　husband's　heart？
  The　face　of　what　I　was；　the　face　of　what　he　made　me！
  These　are　driving　him　to　the　place　where　I　lie。
  In　death；　therefore；　i　am　avenged。
  Fletcher　McGee
  She　took　my　strength　by　minutes；
  She　took　my　life　by　hours；
  She　drained　me　like　a　fevered　moon
  That　saps　the　spinning　world。
  The　days　went　by　like　shadows；
  The　minutes　wheeled　like　stars。
  She　took　the　pity　from　my　heart；
  And　made　it　into　smiles。
  She　was　a　hunk　of　sculptor's　clay；
  My　secret　thoughts　were　fingers：
  They　flew　behind　her　pensive　brow
  And　lined　it　deep　with　pain。
  They　set　the　lips；　and　sagged　the　cheeks；
  And　drooped　the　eye　with　sorrow。
  My　soul　had　entered　in　the　clay；
  Fighting　like　seven　devils。
  It　was　not　mine；　it　was　not　hers；
  She　held　it；　but　its　struggles
  Modeled　a　face　she　hated；
  And　a　face　I　feared　to　see。
  I　beat　the　windows；　shook　the　bolts。
  I　hid　me　in　a　corner
  And　then　she　died　and　haunted　me；
  And　hunted　me　for　life。
  Robert　Fulton　Tanner
  If　a　man　could　bite　the　giant　hand
  That　catches　and　destroys　him；
  As　I　was　bitten　by　a　rat
  While　demonstrating　my　patent　trap；
  In　my　hardware　store　that　day。
  But　a　man　can　never　avenge　himself
  On　the　monstrous　ogre　Life。
  You　enter　the　room　　that's　being　born；
  And　then　you　must　live　　work　out　your　soul；
  Of　the　cross…current　in　life
  Which　Bring　honor　to　the　dead；　who　lived　in　shame。
  Cassius　Hueffer
  THEY　have　chiseled　on　my　stone　the　words：
  〃His　life　was　gentle；　and　the　elements　so　mixed　in　him
  That　nature　might　stand　up　and　say　to　all　the　world；
  This　was　a　man。〃
  Those　who　knew　me　smile
  As　they　read　this　empty　rhetoric。
  My　epitaph　should　have　been：
  〃Life　was　not　gentle　to　him；
  And　the　elements　so　mixed　in　him
  That　he　made　warfare　on　life
  In　the　which　he　was　slain。〃
  While　I　lived　I　could　not　cope　with　slanderous　tongues；
  Now　that　I　am　dead　I　must　submit　to　an　epitaph
  Graven　by　a　fool！
  Serepta　Mason
  MY　life's　blossom　might　have　bloomed　on　all　sides
  Save　for　a　bitter　wind　which　stunted　my　petals
  On　the　side　of　me　which　you　in　the　village　could　see。
  From　the　dust　I　lift　a　voice　of　protest：
  My　flowering　side　you　never　saw！
  Ye　living　ones；　ye　are　fools　indeed
  Who　do　not　know　the　ways　of　the　wind
  And　the　unseen　forces
  That　govern　the　processes　of　life。
  Amanda　Barker
  HENRY　got　me　with　child；
  Knowing　that　I　could　not　bring　forth　life
  Without　losing　my　own。
  In　my　youth　therefore　I　entered　the　portals　of　dust。
  Traveler；　it　is　believed　in　the　village　where　I　lived
  That　Henry　loved　me　with　a　husband's　love
  But　I　proclaim　from　the　dust
  That　he　slew　me　to　gratify　his　hatred。
  Chase　Henry
  IN　life　I　was　the　town　drunkard；
  When　I　died　the　priest　denied　me　burial
  In　holy　ground。
  The　which　redounded　to　my　good　fortune。
  For　the　Protestants　bought　this　lot；
  And　buried　my　body　here；
  Close　to　the　grave　of　the　banker　Nicholas；
  And　of　his　wife　Priscilla。
  Take　note；　ye　prudent　and　pious　souls；
  Of　the　crosscurrents　in　life
  Which　bring　honor　to　the　dead；　who　lived　in　shame
  Judge　Somers
  How　does　it　happen；　tell　me；
  That　I　who　was　most　erudite　of　lawyers；
  Who