Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-16
GIFTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS
AT
Merrifield's Bookstore!
A Christmas Carol, to be sung By small
girls and good sized boys. bet,0een
noW and the Holidays.
BY A Miserable Wretch, Esq.
Whom may the Fates reward with Immortality
and Greenbacks.

This old Subscriber blows his horn,
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And SiXty-Eight soon makes his bow
To take sail in Charon's scow
Adoo old C0dger 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 makst that journey long,
Pray list unto my Christmas Song,
Come, Muse of Grim Cracksl thou must tell
What j. Nj. MERRIFIi LID has to sell.
Since his return from market-to
Take heed, . Muse and do it brown !"
-, good Pegasus, thou canst sing
Those Books and Toys he was to bring
From Psalm book, to Tommy Thumb,
ur Watches, warranted as dumb
Variety IL the spice of life"
Sing Dolls for girls. for boys Knife.
How shall sing the gifts that greet
The vision BOUNDS, they can't be beat
How shall mention half the traps
lie has to sell-from Rows to Kats
Those Parian Statucttcs so fine
Or gods, and heroes once divine
Such Law Ware. such goods i'll Bronze,
OF Lincoln, Franklin, and the Nuns
0 my! l 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, Testament,
Or sell yon Cards, or Sermons bound
In CALF throughout or many a sound
"Ambrosia," and Harmonca,
To keep your hair from turning gray
For books t. clog an upper shelf
He cannot SUIT YOU well himself,
But points you, like an honest man,
To Jones Il Co.'S 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 Twecsers twitch ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true,
With red eyes OF cerulean blue.
Mm.--When was little girl
/ oiled my hair, for 'twouldn't curl
But AS that failed to catch beau,
d nncd Mask and let him CO.,
This was deemed neither rude nor rough
In my day but quite up to snuff"
Long years ago, one festal day,
l met a small boy on his way
70 school. He drew upon his Sled
His sister. The little fellow said
Mid sobs-- NO Christmas Gifts had they
Fnp1d in, their. poor socks Far away
Eruei SaHta Claus hau gone,
And left Sis and himself fororn |"
Ere Christmas came next year, it's 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.l
Neglected, sheds on Christm tears.
(Pathos aside, erratic Muse,
such strains wouldg give saint the blues
sing DIARIES for young and old,
And call in quick or they'll be sold y
hun small, run great, run one, run all,
Iwig dolls roll back their cars and souall
X
Thus might my old nag jog along
And sing to you an endless song
Might tell OF School-books, Pens and Sand,
Ia les of the sea and tales of land,
Initial Paper, States, and Ink,
And everything that one can think
But time is precious now to me,
And doggerel not much priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing long since should
said
HIS PLANCHETTEs GALL ARE RAISING NED p
. Adams, vt, December 9. 1868. dlw246-3