To Aristius Fuscus

"Integer vitæ scelerisque purus."

Fuscus, old scout, if a guy's on the level That's all the arsenal he'll have to tote; Up to St. Peter or down to the Devil, No need to carry a gun in his coat.

Prowling around, as you know is my habit, I met a wolf in the forest, and he Beat it for Wolfville and ran like a rabbit. (He was some wolf, too, receive it from me.)

Where I may happen to camp is no matter,-- Paris, Chicago, Ostend or St. Joe,-- Like the old dame in the nursery patter I shall make music wherever I go.

Drop me in Dawson or chuck me in Cadiz, Dump me in Kansas or plant me in Rome,-- I shall keep on making love to the ladies: Where there's a skirt is my notion of home.