Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-12-18
GIFTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS
AT
MERRIFIELD'S BOOKSTORE |
4 Christmas Carol, to be sung 6y small
qirts and good. sized boys. bttWeen
noW and the Hoiiddys.
BY A. Miserable Wretch, Esq,
Whom may <he Fates reward with Immoitalit,
and Greenbacks.

This old Subscriber blows his horn,
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And SiXty-Light soon makes his bow
To take a sail i'll Charons scow
Adoo, old Codger Fare thee we'll
Thy joys and SORROWS all can tell.
We watch thy exit down Times shore,
And wish thee safe the pillows Ger
But ere thou max st that journey long.
Fray list unto my Christmas song.
Come, Muse of Grim Cracks thou must tel
What j. NJ. MLRnIfI, LID has to sell,
Since his return from market town.
Take heed, o Muse and " do il brown"
-, good Pegasus, thou canst sing
those Books aud Toys he was to bring,
From Psalm-book TO a Tommy Thumb,
To Watches, warranted AZ dumb
variety ~ the spice of life"
Sing Dolls for girls, for boys n Knife.
How shall sing the Gifts that greet
The vision POUNDS, they cant be beat!
How shall mention half the Toys
He has to Bell-for girls and boys
Those parian Statuettes so fine
Or gods, and heroes once divine
Such Lava-Warc, such goods in Bronze,
or Lincoln, Franklin, and the Nuns
U my l can't tell half to thee,
Be wise and hasten there to nee.
Ho We afflicted He's for you
Hymn Books Tracts, and Mountain Dew :"
Powder Flasks. just brought from Maine,
Where nought but bread 10 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 t. clog an upper shelf,
He cannot suit YOU well himself
But points you, like an honest man,
10 Jones ~ 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.
Mch rare, and racy are his goods,
Though Bibles or Red Riding Hoods.
Those boosters roost the livelong day,
Those Tweczers twitcb ones grief away,
Those Pencils paint ones sweetheart true.
With red eyes, or cerulean blue.
Menu When | was a little girl
oiled my hair. for twoudn't curl
But as that failed to catch beau,
donned 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,
met a 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 i'll their poor socks /! Far away
Cruel Santa Claus had gone
And left Sis and him self forlorn I"
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,
Aud 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 |!
Thus mig hit my old nag jog. along
Aud 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 slime il precious now to me.
And doggerel not mach priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing long since should
said
HIS PLANcHETrEs GALL ARE RAISING NED -
t. Adams. VT. December 9. 1868. d&w2l6-a