Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-01-04

This old Subscriber blows his horn,
For Christmas day is nearly born,
And Sixty Eight soon makes ms DO"
70 take a sail in Charon' 5 scow
Adoo old Codger Fare thee well
Thy JOYS and sorrows all can tell.
We watch thy exit down Time s shore,
And wish thee safe the pillows o cr
But ere thou makst that journey long,
Pray list unto my Christmas song.
Come, Muse of Grim Cracks thou must tell
What J. Nj. MERRITT Id has to sell,
Since his return from market-toWn
Take heed O Muse and " do IT brown
-, good Pegasus, thou cansI sing
Those Books and Toys he was to BRING,
From Psalm-boolI to Il Tommy Thumb,
To Watches, warranted as dumb
variety il the spice OF HE,
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 hall the Toys
He has to scl-for girls and boys
Those Parian Statuettes so fine
OF gods, and heroes once divine
Such Lava Ware, such goods III bronze.
OF Lincoln, Franklin, and the Nuns
o my l can't tell half to thee,
Be wise and hasten there to sec.
Ho We afflicted! He's for you
HYMN Books, Tracts, and "Mountain Dow
Powder lasks. 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 Harmonica,
To keep Your hair from turning gray
T., lnn 20 1o shnlF
He cannot suit you well himself,
But points you, like an honest man,
To Jones Co.'S. or those who can.
His books are fresh, and good, and nc~,
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 corulean blue.
Mem.-When was a little girl
Oiled my hair. for twouldnt curl ;
But as that failed to catch a beau,
donned Il 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 small boy on his way
To school. He drew upon his Sled
His sister The little fellow said
Mid sobs 49, 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, It's SAID,
They both, with broken hearts were dead
Hear roguish Tom and happy May
Sing with delight this holiday
Yet modest Nell GOOD 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 ears-and squat
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 Sine is precious now to me,
And doggercl not mach priced by thee.
Hold there's one thing long since shoul
HIS PLANCHErrEs GALL ARE RAISING NED
t. Adams, Vt, December 9. 1868. dSw2l6-