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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