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Memorial Edition The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley IN TEN VOLUMES Including Poems and Prose Sketches, many of which have not heretofore been published; an authentic Biography, an elaborate Index and numerous Illustrations in color from Paintings by Howard Chandler Christy and Ethyl Franklin Betts
VOLUME I
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS NEW YORK AND LONDON
COPYRIGHT 1883, 1885, 1887, 1888, 1890, 1891, 189, 1893, 1894, 1896, 1897, 1898, 1899, 1900, 1901, 190, 1903, 1904, 1905, 1906, 1907, 1908, 1909, 1910, 1911, 191, 1913, BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT 1916 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
TO THE MEMORY OF James Whitcomb Riley AND IN PLEASANT RECOLLECTION OF MORE THAN THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OF BUSINESS AND PERSONAL ASSOCIATION THESE FINAL VOLUMES ARE AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
BORN: DIED: October 7, 1849, July 22, 1916 Greenfield, Ind. Indianapolis, Ind.

CONTENTS
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY--A SKETCH A BACKWARD LOOK PHILIPER FLASH THE SAME OLD STORY TO A BOY WHISTLING AN OLD FRIEND WHAT SMITH KNEW ABOUT FARMING A POET'S WOOING MAN'S DEVOTION A BALLAD THE OLD TIMES WERE THE BEST A SUMMER AFTERNOON AT LAST FARMER WHIPPLE--BACHELOR MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET THE SPEEDING OF THE KING'S SPITE JOB WORK PRIVATE THEATRICAL PLAIN SERMONS "TRADIN' JOE" DOT LEEDLE BOY I SMOKE MY PIPE RED RIDING HOOD IF I KNEW WHAT POETS KNOW AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE SQUIRE HAWKINS'S STORY A COUNTRY PATHWAY THE OLD GUITAR "FRIDAY AFTERNOON" "JOHNSON'S BOY" HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS NATURAL PERVERSITIES THE SILENT VICTORS SCRAPS AUGUST DEAD IN SIGHT OF FAME IN THE DARK THE IRON HORSE DEAD LEAVES OVER THE EYES OF GLADNESS ONLY A DREAM OUR LlTTLE GIRL THE FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW SONG OF THE NEW YEAR A LETTER TO A FRIEND LINES FOR AN ALBUM TO ANNIE FAME AN EMPTY NEST MY FATHER'S HALLS THE HARP OF THE MINSTREL HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB JOHN WALSH ORLIE WILDE THAT OTHER MAUDE MULLER A MAN OF MANY PARTS THE FROG DEAD SELVES A DREAM OF LONG AGO CRAQUEODOOM JUNE WASH LOWRY'S REMINISCENCE THE ANCIENT PRINTERMAN PRIOR TO MISS BELLE'S APPEARANCE WHEN MOTHER COMBED MY HAIR A WRANGDILLION GEORGE MULLEN'S CONFESSION "TIRED OUT" HARLIE SAY SOMETHING TO ME LEONAINIE A TEST OF LOVE FATHER WILLIAM WHAT THE WIND SAID MORTON AN AUTUMNAL EXTRAVAGANZA THE ROSE THE MERMAN THE RAINY MORNING WE ARE NOT ALWAYS GLAD WHEN WE SMILE A SUMMER SUNRISE DAS KRIST KINDEL AN OLD YEAR'S ADDRESS A NEW YEAR S PLAINT LUTHER BENSON DREAM WHEN EVENING SHADOWS FALL YLLADMAR A FANTASY A DREAM DREAMER, SAY BRYANT BABYHOOD LIBERTY TOM VAN ARDEN

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY--A SKETCH
On Sunday morning, October seventh, 1849, Reuben A. Riley and his wife, Elizabeth Marine Riley, rejoiced over the birth of their second son. They called him James Whitcomb. This was in a shady little street in the shady little town of Greenfield, which is in the county of Hancock and the state of Indiana. The young James found a brother and a sister waiting to greet him--John Andrew and Martha Celestia, and afterward came Elva May--Mrs. Henry Eitel-- Alexander Humbolt and Mary Elizabeth, who, of all, alone lives to see this collection of her brother's poems.
James Whitcomb was a slender lad, with corn-silk hair and wide blue eyes. He was shy and timid, not strong physically, dreading the cold of winter, and avoiding the rougher sports of his playmates. And yet he was full of the spirit of youth, a spirit that manifested itself in the performance of many ingenious pranks. His every-day life was that of the average boy in the average country town of that day, but his home influences were exceptional. His father, who became a captain of cavalry in the Civil War, was a lawyer of ability and an orator of more than local distinction. His mother was a woman of rare strength of character combined with deep sympathy and a clear understanding. Together, they made home a place to remember with thankful heart.
When James was twenty years old, the death of his mother made a profound impression on him, an impression that has influenced much of his verse and has remained with him always.
At an early age he was sent to school and, "then sent back again," to use his own words. He was restive under what he called the "iron discipline." A number of years ago, he spoke of these early educational beginnings in phrases so