Life — October 13, 1892 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

LEFT TO THE SPOOKS. A® what a change! The hotel stands ; An empty barn, deserted ;— And looks across the barren sands, Where summer lovers flirted. A howling waste of barren beach. Forsaken by the million, The hungry arms of ocean reach. The gaudy red pavilion Where once the band’s Teutonic throats, Blew Wagner airs before us, Now sounds the deeper, grander notes, Of ocean's winter chorus. The flower beds are choked and dead, The beach has changed and shifted : “Keep off the Grass,” is dimly read, Where restless sands have drifted And on the broad piazza where, I used to sit with Mabel, There stands a weather-beaten chair, A seamed and worn-out table. And leaning up against a post, In that once dear location, I see the grim and pallid ghost, Of my two weeks vacation ! Harry Romaine. comicbooks.com