The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-04-01
LITERARY EXAMINER.
Threadtss the Needte.--Hrs. Harris sslsi-
oQoy.


Threaatss thu Necdse.-Mrs. Harris sslsi-
sqsy.
An, deary me. what needles well really |
must say,
All things are sadly altered-(for the worse too |
since my day
The pins have neither heads nor points-the /
needles have no eyes,
And there's ne'er pair Of scissors Of the good |
old fashioned size |
The very bodkins now are made in fine new |
tangled ways,
And the good old British thimble-is dream Of
other days.
Now that comes Of machinery Pm given to
understand,
That great folks turn their noses up, at all
things done by hand
Altho' its easy proving to the mos: thick-Pated
Ounce,
That things sr'nt done the better-for all being
done at once.
I'm sure often ponder, with a kind Of awful
dread
On those bold spinning jennies,' that go of,
Of their own head =
Those power-looms and odd machines-those
whining things with wheels,
That eyer-more keep moving besides, one
really feels
like, and laid upon the shelf
When one sees a wonted stocking, get up, and
Knit itself!
"Ah! that comes of those Radicals. why LIES
perfect storm-
whirlwind of inventions with their 'Pro-
gr-ss' and Reform
The good old days-the quiet times, that calmly
used 20 glide,
Are changed into steeple-chase-a wild Cross
country ride
A loud view-holloa in our ears-aAsy away /.
We go;
A-levelling all distinctions, and a-mingling high
and low;
All squirting on, with seats so tight, and prin-
ciples so loose,
Whi'k over this old prejudice !-slsp-bang
No matter why-no matter where without q
stop or hitch,
And nobody has time 10 help his neighbor in
the ditch
And then, what turns and changes Good
lack I'D rather be,
A Joint-stoOl in Pantomime-than some great
folks l see g..
Because in Pantomimes, a stool may turn 10
anything,
You're not surprised, il chairs step out to dance
aHighlsnd fling!
"A cOffee-POt perhaps becomes a mitrs by-snd-
BY
And everything is something else-and nobody
asks pky1
But there's rage for questioning, and meddling
nowadays
And what does, don't matter half so much
as what one says;
And minister can't change his Iaind, without
such stir and fuss,
That one would think the public voice wa;
some huge omnibus,
Which takes You TO a certain point, wherea
yOu must remain,
Until the same old Bass may choose-to trks
You back again
For, (Odd enough) in all this change, they keef
some order still,
And when they turn-turn all at once-lik'
soldiers al drill;
But wont allow a public man, a private piro.
uette,
When once his part of Harlequin, or PantaloOn
is set.
And that's what makes their Pantomime 90 dull
and such bore,
That their jOint-stOol must still rernain-a Joint
stool ever more.
snow that comes of Newspapers know a
my young days,
Least said, and soonest mended,' was a maxim
worthy praise,
But We're To give counsel TO the Public--as
friend,
Little said-and nothing written is the raj
q icSOnnincuOs
Such snaPPing-uP-ands setting down Report
ers, left and right,
All bent on pinning down a man 10 lie, IN blacl
and white
such raking up Of Hansard such finging il
ones face,
Any little 'lapsus lingua' that may once hav
taken place.
Such attending and s-prOving-and a-callin
over Goals,
As if il really mattered TO our poor immorta
souls,
That Thingumbob should think or say, oil
question so and so,
That foolish things he thought and said-som
forty years ago.
There's one thing in those papers, tho, In
very glad TO see,
That many more old pcnea think very mucl
like me:
I'm even told that certain Dukes, will echo bscl
my groan,
And sigh for those dear golden days, when W
'ieft-uoeA, sisne '"-Lady Dufsrin.