Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-02-21
BY NJ RS. II a l. p.

SO fastened to warn him early.
/ found him within at Il sumptuous feast,
An Apican sauce was before him,
And its flavor he praised to each smiling guest
'Iis Dt0thi-ihu my war; ing came Der hin
Oh, how his eye glared as he bade me flee
was off like twinkle of light,
lie ate at that dinner enough for three,
And died Of spasm that night.
And next tapped at an Editors door
1t sounded SO like dun,
That he scattered his papers about the floor
As he made motion TO rum;
But at length he resumed his lahors again.
When he found that no sheriff drew nigh,
Searching old books for New-Year's strain
whispcred-The Year to diet
He stared--'Ah 'tis a lucky thought,
And I'll rhyme it out, said he,
MY patrons may fear that Death is near,
And repent Of their debts to me-
I hurried away to a Doctors then,
Though knew might spare my pains,
That he thought disease as the end Of men,
And of death as the doctors gains
MY patient must die, he was maundering on,
AS he glanced a bill DER,
And his money will go to his graceless son
My bill might be somewhat more;
For the youth will ne 'er take the trouble to note
That I've charged five visits day
SO he figured away while laughed in his ear,
Remember my risifs to pay.
told an Old MAJ, it was time he shoaId 60,
As he was too deaf to hear
called at the play on dashing Beau,
And he was TOO gay to .ear,-
paused in .,ferchant'J counting room,
And Ounce was to STOP
Scarce would he have needed the crash Of doom,
While reckoning his ledger up.
There je oDe Hp,n0nH--I bepan TO say
fIe burst with a hurried breath,
SHOW me your bill, I've the cash TO pay
left him to settle with DEATH
stopped at a Poor Mans humble shed,
And thought twould delight him so,
For knew he had often wished he was dead
But he fatty refused to 20;
And o, the wild agony Of his eye,
As he begged me one year to give!
Saving, twas too bad for man to die
Who had struggled so hard to live;
That his wife uust beg and his children starve--
whispered of charity
He raised his eye with look of despair
IT'S broken reed, sighed he.
I had Jared so i'll with the lords of EARTH
Of the earth they have proved indeed,
That turned TO the sex - gentler birth,
Hoping more kindly to speed;
On beautiful Belle made call,
A miliner's girl stood by
She brought new dress for the New-Year's ball,
breathed sepuchral sign,
And the rich red flowers looked ghasty white,
'How odd' cried the beauty in sorrow,
these do not become me at all to night,
But bring me some gayer Tomorrow
And then-but why continue the list,
So fraught with cbagrin to me'
Who likes to remember the times he has Missed,
When recountng his archery?
| called in fine on the old and the young,
Fair, ugly, and sober and gay,
The chorus the same to the tune they all sung
They would not be hurried away!
There were many who hated the world to be sure,
Aud called time an old villainous cheat,
But heaven distant, so bright, and so pure,
They had no inclination to sect.
Worms Of the dustl I murmured in wrath,
As I entered a stately dome,
And following the clue ofmy fated path,
Repaired 10 the nursery room;
The children were sleeping like nestled birds,
And she the sweet mother dove,
With face TOO happy to paint by words,
Was choosing her gifts ofove
For the Newly ears morn--I touched her cheek
She knew the deadly thrill;
And raising her eyes with smile so meek,
MY Father, It's Thy will.
Yes, H'onien should always be ready to 90,
She has nothing on earth but lore,
A dowry that bears little value below,
But tits priceless transferred above;
o lavish il not on my brightest Joys,
IT'S folly. It's worse than vain,
never bestow them except as toys
mean to resume again;
Even now shall gather thousand fair things
gave when this year was new,
And the hopes for the nert that | shake from my
wings,
Will prove as decetfu too
But why should preach! Who'll the wiser be!
The young are engaged with pleasure,
The aged have cut all acquaintance with me
And nobody else is at leisure; \
They may learn ifthey will tho their date brief,
Some monitor ever is nigh, II
There's the fading flower, the falling leaf,
And the year about 20 die; N
These speak to the hearts Of the humble and just,
For the earthly and obstinate, II
Why, my visit TO such would be labor lost,
SO leave them, for aye, 10 thsr fate"