John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
John (Milton) Hay 1838-1905 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| He never funked and he never lied I reckon he never knowed how. |
| Jim Bludso. |
| 2 |
| He were n’t no saint—but at jedgment I’d run my chance with Jim. ’Longside of some pious gentlemen That would n’t shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing— And went for it thar and then; And Christ ain’t a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men. |
| Jim Bludso. |
| 3 |
| At my door the Pale Horse stands To carry me to unknown lands. |
| The Stirrup Cup. |
| 4 |
| The people will come to their own at last,— God is not mocked forever. |
| The Sphynx of the Tuileries. |
| 5 |
| I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne. |
| Little Breeches. |