Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1841-01-09
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DEATHS VAGARIES.

DEATHS NAGARlES.
Cd Death is a sury old chspl wcen
4 sury Old chap 10 az;
He needs not the light oi beauiy's sheen,
Tie beIiame IN rags-aud exc the queen,
He filings meath the SOD Of the valley SC green
lie spares neither cottage or hall
Hes a saucy old chap, the daniies declare,
And his manners are rather too free,
He pail, out their whl,ker> ana bauchtS their 'ts'r'
And SueerS AZ their antics 70 tickle the iatr,
Then trips ~ their heels and whistles an arr,
And cries come away, lad, with me.
Hes ogy Old chap when 10 parties he eoes,
Or raIleS his bones at tai.
he aces the cor>,tS aud pinchcs lhe ices
Oh beau'y-ihep p0cks from her Young cheek iiie
rose,
And augis at them all for wearing Tim clothes,
When his chill breath &c sends through The ha.'
Old Death.-I wot is sly old rat
And many caper cuts he
The iuS,y Old maid, and her tahhy car
The dandizete thin and the mi.kmald fat,
He stops their breath and laughs ior-lhai
Is the way with such fellows as he.
He's cruel old chap Eve oft heard tell,
When a trip he takes by steam
He makes the ire--he rings the bell,
He causes tie steam la The boiler 10 swell,
Then laughs aloud al the vicams yell
As the boat plunges under the stream.
He's an unwecome guest 10 the ssor--l wot,
When he chooses 10 travel by sea,
From The cook 10 the captain they ike him not,
For the fellow an unpleasant trick has got
OF sending them dewn with mermaldS 10 rot
In coral groves under the sea
When forth The flag ofbattle is cast
And the trumpet echoes shrlll
When the warsprIt rides on The sulphur blast,
Ye well NAV know where bis s.etd hath passed
He Joys in the sport from first 70 IaI,
While Of carnage he takes his lll
When the plague spirit gaiIy careers
In triumph DER earth and sea,
Od Death mounts his back--his journey he cheers;
He mocks at mans sorrow, and exc at his fears,
His pathway is wet with humanuyS tears;
But little Tor that cares he.
When death onthe lover Of Mammon calls,
In his face he shuts tho door,
But The old fellow shuiiles through bower and ball.
He rattes the pictures that hang on the wall,
| Then lays his chill hand on the master Of all.
And puts him TO bed with the poor.
In attic on high when the poet sings,
And dreams Of old Honor aud fame,
shade Der his VISION OF glory death iingS,
Then puts out his light with flap Of his wings
What pity It is he should do such things,
Ere lie poet has won him name
The Doclor--who hand and glove has been
WAN bDn Tor many Nri,t--
Likes not the glance Of his arrow keen;
Though his sIelght .! hand he OF has seen,
The sight olhlS card now gives him the spleen,
And his call he obeys with altar.
The lawyers declare he's sly old thief,
And cares not liz for the law;
From hls sentence 10 one can appeal for reHel
He hecds neither warrant subpoena or brief
From tie book Of existence he tears the last lea,
And picks in each Ie-lease flaw.
With children the old fellow loves to play
In the cradle or under the tlee;
He wakes them up at the break of day
10 race the streets or sport Oh the hay;
| And when they are tired he bears them away
Where happier they will be.
A curious taste old Death has got
Nor chooses hIs compane,
Or high or Iowlt matters not
| Hell feast with The Bishop or drink with the sot,
| He visits alike the palace and col
Some day he'll be calling on me. b. II.
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