Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-30
GIFTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS
MERRIFIELD'S BOOKSTORE !
A Christmas Carol to be sung dy small
girls and good-sised boys. betpeen
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 a sail in Charon' d scow
Adoo, old Codger 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 max st that journey long.
Pray list unto my Christmas Song.
Come, Muse of Grim Cracks thou must tell
What j. NJ. MERR1FIELD has to SELL
Since his return from market-town.
Take heed, o Muse I! and do it brown
l.s, good Pegasus, thou canst sing
Those Books and Toys he was to bring,
From Psalm-book to IA Tommy Thumb,
To Watches, warranted as dumb
variety is the spice of life,
Sing Dolls for girls, for boys a Knife.
How shall sing the Gifts that greet
The vision POUNDS, they cant be beat!
How shall mention half the Toys
He has to sell-for girls and boys?
Those Parian Statuettcs so fine
or gods, and heroes once divine
Such Lava-Warc such goods in Bronze,
or Lincoln, Franklin, and the Nuns
0 my i 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 Flasks. 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 sound
"Ambrosia," and Harmonca,
To keep your hair from turning gray
For books to clog an upper shelf,
He cannot suit you well himself,
But points you, like an honest man,
To Jones Il Co. g. or those who can.
His books are fresh and good, and now,
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 Tweezers twitch ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true,
With red eyes, or cerulean blue.
Mem.-When l was little girl
Oiled my hair. for twouldnt curl
But as that failed to catch beau,
donned Mask, and let him GO"
This was deemed neither rude nor rough
In my day, but "quite up to snuff"
Long years ago, one festal day,
met small boy on his way
His sister, The little fellow said
Mid sobs-'No Christmas Gifts had they
Found in their poor socks ! Far away
Cruel Santa Claus had gone,
And left Sis and himself forlorn ~
Ere Christmas came next year, tbs 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 y
Neglected, sheds on Christmas tears
(Pathos aside, erratic Muse,
Such strains would give saint the blues !
Sing Diaries for young and old,
And call in quick or they'll be sold y
Run small, run great, run one, run all,
Twig dolls roll back their sand squall
X X
Thus might my old nag jog along
And sing to you an endless song
Might tell of School books, Pens and Sand,
Tales 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 mach priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing long since should
said
HIS PLANCHETTEs GALL ARE RAISING NED =
. Adams, VT, December 8. 1868. d&w24G-: