Preface
These "Falling Leaves" were written in the spare moments of a long and intensely active business life, as a pleasant diversion and with no intention of giving them greater publicity than the occasions which inspired them, or their appearance in our local magazines and papers.
Many of the shorter pieces have been published, especially in the Chicago Evening Journal, whose editor for years, the late Honorable Andrew Shuman. always took a great interest in my productions and solicited them for his paper.
As a result of this publication I have had frequent requests from my friends to issue them in book form, which I have as often promised to do, and now as the shadows of my 75th year admonish me that it may be unwise longer to procrastinate. I take great pleasure in gratuitously presenting these modest Falling Leaves to my cherished friends of Auld Lang Syne as souvenirs of Early Chicago, and with the warmest sentiment of esteem. EDWIN O. GALE.
Dedication
To thee I dedicate tliese lays, These "Falling Leaves," dear wife of mine. My bvoii' li'ould osk no greener bays Than those thy loving hands entivine. This one sweet thought is my deligJit ; As arc my cares, zvill critics be Forgotten, zvhcn the shades of night Restore me, zcife, to home and thee.
As streams the pennant from the mast Tozvards the fast receding shore, As boatmen alzvays backzvard cast Their eyes zvhen pulling at the oar, So, zvhen from thee I turn my face. As needle to its star is true.
My heart defying time and space.
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