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ILES— The Files— Office Files! Oblige me by referring to the Files. Every question man can raise, Every phrase of every phase Of that question is on record in the Files (Threshed out threadbare fought and finished in the Files). Ere the Universe at large— Was our new-tipped arrows' targe Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles Faenza, gentle reader, spent her—five-and-twentieth leader— (You will find him, and some others, in the Files). Warn all coming Robert Brownings and Carlyles, It will interest them to hunt among the Files, Where unvisited, a-cold, Lie the crowded years of old In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the Files (In our newspaPere-la-Chaise the Office Files), Where the dead men lay them down Meekly sure of long renown, And above them, sere and swift, Packs the daily deepening drift Of the all-recording, all-effacing Files— The obliterating, automatic Files. Count the mighty men who slung Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue When Reform and you were young Made their boasts and spake according in the Files— (Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the Files!)