Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-12

This old Subscriber blows his horn,
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And Sixty-Eight soon makes his bow
To take n sail in Charon = scow
Adoo, old Codger Fare thee well
Thy JOYS and sorrows all can tell
We watch thy exit down Times hore,
And wish thee safe the biilows DER;
But ere thou makst that journey long,
Fray list unto my Christmas Song,
Come. Muse of Grim Cracksl thou must tell
What j. Nj. MERRlFItLD has to sell
Since his return from market town.
Take heed, o Muse and " do it brown ~
-, good Pegasus thou csnst sing
Those Books and Toy, he was to bring
From Psam-book. to Tommy Thumb,
+ Watches, warranted as dumb
variety is the spice of life"
Sing Dolls for girls, for BOYS II Knife.
How shall sing the gifts that greet
The vision? POUNDS, they cant be beat
How shall mention half the traps
He has to sell - from Rows to Kats =?
Those Parian Stltuettes so fine
Or gods, and heroes once divine
Such Lava Ware, such goods in Bronze.
or Lincoln. Franklin, aud the Nuns
o my! | can't tell half to thee,
BE wise and hasten there to see.
Ho We afflicted. Hes for you
Hymn Books, Tracts, and Mountain Dew;
Powder TASKS just brought from Maine,
Where nought but bread ~ made from
grain!
To smooth that brow o. discomfort
He'd whisper, Pipe, II Testament,
Or sell you Cards, or Sermons, Lound
In CALF throughout or many sound
"Ambrosia," and Harmonica,
To keep your hair from turning gray
For books t" clog au upper shelf,
He cannot suit you well himself
But points you, like an honest man,
TO Jones Co. y. or those who can.
His books are fresh, and good, and new,
For lawyer, parson, or for you,
On every subject meath the sun.
From Metaphysics up to fun.
Rich, rare, and racy are his goods,
Though Bibles or Red Riding Hoods.
Those Boosters roost the ivelong day,
Those Twecsers twitch ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true,
With red eyes OF cerulean blue.
Meme When l was little girl
oiled my hair, for 'twouldn't curl
But rs that failed to catch beau,
donnel Mask and let him co.
This was deemed neither rude nor rough
In my day but quite mp to snuff"
Long years ago, one festal day,
! met a small hoy on his way
To school. He drew upon his Sled
His sister The little fellow said
Mid sobs--- No Christmas Gifts had they
Found i'll their poor socks | Far away
Cruel santa Claus had gone,
And left Sis and himself fororn -
Ere Christmas came next year, tits said,
They both, with broken hearts, were dead
Hear roguish Tom and happy May
Sing With delight this holiday
Yet modest Nell (God help such dears!)
Neglected, sheds on Christmas-tears,
(Pathos aside, erratic Muse,
Such strains would give saint the blues a!
Sing, Diaries for young and old,
And call III quick or they'll be sold ,
Run small, run great, run one, run all,
Iwig dolls roll back their cars-and squat
X Il
THUS might my old nag jog along
Aid sing to you an endless song
Might tell OF SchOol-books, Pens and Sand,
Ia les of the sea and tales ofland,
Initial Paper, States, and Ink,
And everything that one can think
Bnt slime is precious now to me,
And doggerel not much priced by thee
Hold there's one thing long since SHOULD
said
HIS PLANCHETrEs GALL ARE RAISING NED l.
. Adams, VT, December ., 1868. d&w2i6-s