Oh, you who raise to fame's resplendent domes
The books that tell of Buddha and Mahoun;
Oh, you who go to the libraries in the town
(In such strange paths the fancy sometimes roams)
To read of Isben; you who in your homes
Are busy turning Browning upside down,
Who feel a touch of honor and renown
In digging deep in o'er mysterious tomes
I pity you, alas! you do not feel
The exultation and the ecstasy
The joy unlimited that comes to him
Who, striving no enigmas to reveal,
Keeps track of all newspaper poetry
And revels in a tale like "Deadwood Jim!"
-Nathan M. Levy, in Judge.
Illustrated Buffalo Express. October 26, 1890: 2 col 4.