The Arkansas advocate., 1837-01-06
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OF THE
 cAAEEsEs EsEsTz2 or THE ADVOCATE
 TO Igss READERS, JANUARY l, 1887.
 Once more upon his yearly visit comes
 The Carrier Boy-greeting his friends again. ihe sea ot lime around ever booms
 Hurl1ng it's days-the waves of that vast main Upon It's sboress-Amid the deep, dark glooms
 Of its anfathomed depths there is train Ot ghost-like shades, the dead, departed years:
 And noW another to it's depths careers.
 Pm not in poetic vein to-day,
 And breyty, they say, $ the soul of wit;
 So, brief I2ll be in what have 10 say In hopes, though short, t may prove lucky hit
 VI NIth but wish or two go my way,
 Gathering, from even the stngiest, bit. Now for the wishes-let me hope each one May find cap to fit his head upon. For the lawyers, good fees and plenty of gudqeons In the shape fyoung spendthrs and rich old curmud- Who get into law without knowing the wherefore, And when quite used wonder what they were there for I wish them long ongues, little scrupe less conscience, In fact to lawyer the last Is all nonsense sprlnk ing of Latin to serve them as spice qaantum of cunning, sufficient device l take from the grisr of each booby their toil, With an oWi-like solemnity the whole; And for those by their practice too stupid thrive l ct wiling ln partlzan mud-pools to dive,
 May the n5msculls judgeshps to find them in bread And like paupers, from charity swinetrough be fed. May the doctors have patients to cure or to kill And their phals be drained while their purses they fill May the earth still continue to cover their bunders And the crowd still believe that thernostrums work won ders;
 May calomel still in tea-spoonfuls be given, And each sangrado send of his hundreds to heaven; May tue ghosts of their patients their footsteps fol- low,
 Nor they be compelled their own physc to swallow; And may printers, poor devils find favor aud grace And be saved from the angs of the pll-makinp race To the merchants cash sales and high prices be given I've hundred per cent. Is the tape-seler's heaven; May the scissors be piled and the yardseks be whsk While hither and thither the salesmen are frisklng May they also be patient when women are shopping, And for hoars to obge them the clerks kept hop ping,
 Til no piece Of their goods unexamined remains, And they sell but a half yard of tape for their pains Their poIteness immense and their conscience elastic, May no lies that they tell in ter throats fast stick, May no tailor for cabbage e'er happen to want; From overnuch conscience or patterns too scant True knights of the thimble and shears let them be- Like the goose the scutcheon loquacious and free Sans peur SGRS T9proebe without grease spot stain And their motto, always, be EMeasures, not men' May their spHngilg rebound to their honor and none For thclrpay require pressing, when Sps work is done. May each trade and profession continue to thrive, And for rogue that dies, three be still left alive; May |lve and let ve,' be the motto of all, And the great have how they tread the stnal; May none strive to rise on the ruin of others, But all live together like so many brothers; And to end with wish which to all may apply, May provisions be cheap, and labor be high; Save all from starvation, from law and from physcy From fever and pleurisy ague and phthisc; And may of readers, when life is departing And they on their uncertain journey are starting, Have occasion, in that solemn hour, to upbrad Themselves that the printers bills standing unpaid.