Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-11

This old Subscriber blows his horn,
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And Sixty-Eight soon makes his bow
To take a sail in Charon' scow
Adoo, old Codgcr Fare thee well
Thy JOYS and sorrows all can tell
We watch thy exit down Times shore
And wish thee safe the pillows DER
But ere thou mak'st that journey long.
Pray list unto my Christmas Song,
Come, Muse of Grim Cracksl thou must tell
What j. NJ. MERRIFIYLD has to sell.
Since his return from market town.
Take heed, o Muse and " do it brown"
-, good Pegasus, thou canst sing
Those Books and Toys he was to bring
From Psalm-book. to Tommy Thumb,
Or Watches, warranted as dumb
variety is the spice of life"
Sing Dolls for girls, for boys Knife.
How shall sing the gifts that greet
The vision POUNDS, they can't be beat
How shall mention half the traps
He has to sell from Rows to Kats !?
Those Parian Statuettes so fine
OF gods, and heroes once divine
Such Lava-Warc, 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, He's for you
Hymn Books, Tracts, and Mountain Dew;
Powder TASKS just brought from Maine,
Where nought but bread Is made from
grain!
To smooth that brow of discomfort
He'd whisper, Pipe, a Testament,
Or sell you Cards, or Sermons, bound
In CALF throughout; or many a sound
"Ambrosia," and Harmonica,
To keep your hair from turning gray
For books to- clog an upper shelf,
He cannot suit you well himself,
But points you, ike an honest man.
10 Jones Co. 8, 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 livelong day,
Those Tweesers twitch ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true,
With red eyes OF cerulean Blue.
Menu When was little girl
oiled my hair, for twOuldnt curl
But as that failed to catch beau,
donned Mask and . let him 60"
This was deemed neither rude nor rongh
In my day bat 'iqute up to snuff
Long years ago, one festal day,
| met II small boy on his way
To school. He drew upon his Sled
His sister. The little fellow said
Mid sobs- no Christmas Gifts had they
Found III their poor socks Far away
Cruel santa Claus had gone,
Md left Sis and himself fOrlorn .'
Ers Christmas came next year, It's said,
They both with broken hearts, were dead F..
Hear rogriisn Tom and happy MAY
sing with delight this holiday.
Yet modest Nell God help such tlcarsl
Neglected, sheds on Christmas tears.
VathoS aside, cratic Muse,
Such strains would give a saint the hnes
SliS. Diaries for Young and old
md cali in quick on they'll be- sold >
Hnn small run great, run one, run all
NiG doiis roll back their earI-and suuali
inns might nay old nag jog along
AID sing to you an endless song
Might tel. OF School-bouks Pens and Sand
Ia les of the sea and tales N land
tn ual Paper, States, and Ink.
..nd everything that one can think
But slime Ii precious now to me,
And ioggerei not much priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing long since should
said-
HIS PIANrHErrEs ALI AXE RAISING NED T.
Adams. VT, December 8, 1868 dvw24G-3