Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-31

This old Subscriber blows his horn
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And Sixty-Eight soon makes his bow
To take sail in Charon' 3 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 Ger;
But ere thou mak'st that journey long,
Pray list unto my Christmas Song.
Come, Muse of Grim Cracks ! thou must tel
What j. Nj. MEnRIFIFLD has to sell,
Since his return from market-town. !
Take heed, q Muse and " do it brown u
KS, good Pegasus, thou canst sing
Those Books and Toys he was to bring,
From Psalm-book to Il Tommy Thumb,
To 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 cant be beat!
How shall mention half the Toys
He has to sell-for girls and boys
Those Parian Statuettes so fine
OF gods, O. heroes once divine !
Such Lava Ware, such goods in Bronze,
or Lincoln, Franklin and the Nuns
myl / cahttell 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 nom
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 Harmonica,
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. 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 Tweezers twitch ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true,
With red eyes, or cerulean blue.
Mem.-When was little girl
Oiled my hair for 'twouldn't curl
But as that failed to catch bean,
donned q Mask, and 9 let him go"
This was deemed neither rude nor rough
In my day, but "Qulte up to snuff"
Long years ago, one festal day,
met a small boy on his way
To school. He drew upon his Sled
His sister. The little fellow said
Mid sobs- mo 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, It's said,
They both, with broken hearts 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 u 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 ears-and squall
II Il Y
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 much priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing Hong since should
said
HIS PLANcHETTEs SAIL ARE RAISING NED!
t. Adams, Vt, December 8. 1868. dSw246-S