Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-02-15
For THE HERALD
orwell Leap Year Party.
FEBRUARY 9TH, 1872.

The bright plumes wave and the gay bells
ring
On the winter morning of which sing,
And the sleekest horses in finest trap
pings,
With fancy sleighs and luxurious wrap
pings,
Draw up to Boynton's house in state,
And stand impatient to take their freight.
Look! Here they come-what q wonderful
sighti
The ladies appear to resign a right,
Who ever heard of the like before
| When they're always signing for one right
more ?-l
To resign the right which is theirs, you
know,
To be kindly cared for where'er they go,
And, instead of having to take things
rough,
Be tucked up snugly and hold a muhi
A stranger metamorphosis
Effects the gents-they smile with bliss,
AS dainty hands enfold their faces
In nubias warm, and to their places
They're helped so tenderly by their beauX,
And settle themselves in calm repOse.
No cares to ruflle, no reins to hold,
No hands to tingle from nipping cold,
A smoking soap-stone beneath the feet,
Was ever happiness more complete?
Hurrah, then, for leap year! Hurrah hur-
ray!
We're careless and free-we're jolly and
gay,
And methinks ev'ry year 'twould be so
fine
Could February's days botwenty-nine.
And now we're ready, away we go,
Our runners haste DER the fresh white
snow,
Past widespread meadows and woodlands
gray
Away to the southward-away, away!
What though the lowering skies may spit,
1t dosen't dampen our mirth bit,
For what mind we, be 1t dark or sunny,
To be taken care of is so funny
And being no longer lords of creation
We aren't under the obligation
OF brushing storm clouds out of the way,
And bidding the sun shine for ladies gay.
Then no, for Fairhaven! Clear the track!
Our driver is ready with whip to crack,
And you know If you get in q woman's
way
You'll have cause to rue it many day.
So gaily riding, our lnR we gain,
And our kind protectresses drop the rein
To see that each masculine safe alights,
And Is duly consigned to Landlord
Knights.
To the dressing-room were now retiring,
With never thought of what's transpir-
ing;
| For it matters not about horse or STABLE
We're only got to be comfortable.
| And so our toilets are soon complete
And the mirror prOnounccs us looking
sweet
/ It's nice to sit in a rocking chair
! And consider how best to dress the hair,
/ Orifthe last fashiOn-plate is out,
/ With naught in the world to worry about,
For aUe don't care who's President,
! Orhow money is borrowed or credit lent,
Or what prices in market cheese may
bring,
I Orwhat becomes of the Tammany ring,
! Or even if England kicks up a fuss,
For haven't we some one to look after us:
| Then let 'em provide for manager and
table
wee only got to be comfortable.
With that We to kissing each other 20.
For don't the ladies always do so;
"Delightcd to meet you! How do you do :
l notice your pannicr is something new
IT'S vastly becoming, but, oh, dear, Ed
Don't. for PHYS sake. smash my head"
( With shouts of laughter We raise Gale,
The Julias and Hates almost turn pale,
/ But they're soon convinced that our re-
cords White,
And that our Intentions are always
Wright.
And surely sOuC cause for pride have We.
/ With "a noble Earl III our company,
Josiah ''the righteous King" was named.
, And ROllin i'll letters is ever famed:
At housekeeping Martha did not fail.
. While Jenny sung like nightingale.
The "Darwinian Theory all know well,
And that Hannah was mother of Samuel.
So after much cheating about the Bush
To the suppcr-roOm our way We push;
And if our aprelites are not good
1t isn't for lack of luscious food.
Or of being helped from the grooming table
In the charmingest way imaginable.
Oysters and meats there were, You know
And delicate pastry white as snow;
OF sharpest pickles we ate our fill.
But we got some Cults that were sharper
still:
Wit flowed freely while mirth increased
And rare good fellowship crowned the
feast.
But space would fail me at length to tell
, OF each event that might bcfell,
Ofmusic rich, of pleasant stroll,
Or even ifWill'5 new boots were Wholci
The hours fly fast-we'd fain delay EN-.
Our bills are paid-,ce didn't pay 'em;
The pale stars glimmer athwart the sky
E And "Homeward! Homcward!" is now tht
cry.
: Protected still by the same kind care
We venture forth in the frosty air,
I "Good-Dye, friend Knights, We shall com,
again."
And the sleigh-bells Jingle st glad refrain
, Orr MnshiMgtnn LetInr.