You do not currently have permission to view the full text for this document. Please sign in to an account with an active subscription or contact support.
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all soluscious,Each moment and whatever happens thrills me withjoy.WALT WHITMAN, Song of MyselfHold it up sternly—see this it sends back(who is it? is it you?)Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth …Such from one look in this looking-glass ere yougo hence,