The Return of Belisarius

So youre back from your travels, old fellow,     And you left but a twelvemonth ago;     Youve hobnobbed with Louis Napoleon,     Eugenie, and kissed the Popes toe.     By Jove, it is perfectly stunning,     Astounding, and all that, you know;     Yes, things are about as you left them     In Mud Flat a twelvemonth ago.     The boys! theyre all right, Oh! Dick Ashley,     Hes buried somewhere in the snow;     He was lost on the Summit last winter,     And Bob has a hard row to hoe.     You know that hes got the consumption?     You didnt! Well, come, thats a go;     I certainly wrote you at Baden,     Dear me! that was six months ago.     I got all your outlandish letters,     All stamped by some foreign P. O.     I handed myself to Miss Mary     That sketch of a famous chateau.     Tom Saunders is living at Frisco,     They say that he cuts quite a show.     You didnt meet Euchre-deck Billy     Anywhere on your road to Cairo?     So you thought of the rusty old cabin,     The pines, and the valley below,     And heard the North Fork of the Yuba     As you stood on the banks of the Po?     Twas just like your romance, old fellow;     But now there is standing a row     Of stores on the site of the cabin     That you lived in a twelvemonth ago.     But its jolly to see you, old fellow,     To think its a twelvemonth ago!     And you have seen Louis Napoleon,     And look like a Johnny Crapaud.     Come in. You will surely see Mary,     You know we are married. What, no?     Oh, ay! I forgot there was something     Between you a twelvemonth ago.