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FRANK B. MILLIKEN OF PORTLAND. F old Diogenes were leavin~ the COmfOI't,g of his tub. And up to Maine were comin:: for a "isit to the Hub, With his lantern lit and burnin::. on the watch for trusted men. All PortlaIld would advise him: "Go and find Frank Milliken." The ::rocers' ::ulld is ancient: it is older than the Port; And the man, who has its confidences. must be a decent sort: You may scoff at casual honors; but they signify a bit, 'Vhen they're all alon:: of busine,ss and the honor's good and fit. So you'JI find him always busy. where the wholesale traffic moves; Or you'll find him quite as busy. for the city that he loves; He's up behind her pushin::. when there's pushin2' to be done Aud they can push a bit in Portland. when they're pushin2' all as ODe. But I'm not catalo2'ing merits-it's a task I WOIl't assumeAnd modest men may well object to beill:: set to tlllle; I but introduce the subject-in langua~e, ill-expressed And refer you to the picture-let the artist do the rest.

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