Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No

Money Is The God Of Our Time, And Rothschild Is His Prophet.

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid

I Wept In My Dreams. I Dreamed You Lay In The Grave; I Awoke, And The Tears Still Poured Down My Cheeks. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Had Left Me; I Awoke And I Went On Weeping Long And Bitterly. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Were Still Kind To Me; I Awoke, And Still The Flow Of My Tears Streams On.

The Night Comes Stealing O'er Me, And Clouds Are On The Sea; While The Wavelets Rustle Before Me With A Mystical Melody.

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.