Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-05-05

The last of those who came to court
Was lively beau of dapper sort,
without any visible means of support
A crime by means fagrant.
In one who wears an elegant coat
But the very point on which they vote
A ragged fellow "a vagrant.'
A courtly fellow was Dapper Jim
Sleek and supple and tall and trim,
And smooth of tongue and neat of limb;
And, maugre his meagre packet,
You'd say from the glittering tales he told,
That Jim had slept in a cradle of gold,
With Fortunatus to rock it
Now Dapper Jim his courtship piled,
Il wish the fact could be denied)
With eye to the purse of old Mac Bride
And really nothing shorterl
For he said to himself in his greedy lust.
Whenever he dies,-as die he must
And yields to Heaven his vital dust,
He's very sure to "come down with his dust"
In behalf of his only daughter
And the very magnificent Miss Mac Bride,
Half in love and half in pride,
Quite graciously relented;
And tossing her head and turning her back,
No token of proper pride to lack,
To be Bride without the Mae
With much disdain, consented!
Alas that people who we got their box
OF cash beneath the best of locks,
Secure from all financial shocks,
Should stock their fancy with fancy stocks,
And madly rush upon Wall-street rocks
without the least apology
Alas that people whose money affairs
Are sound beyond all need of repairs,
Should ever tempt the bulls and bears
OF Mammons fierce Zoology!
Old John Mac Bride, one fatal day,
Became the unresisting prey
OF Fortunes undertakers;
And stalking his all on a single die,
His foundered bark went high and dry
Among the brokers and breakers!
At his trade again in the very shop
Where, years before he let it drop,
He follows his ancient Calling
Cheerily, too, in poverty's spite,
And sleeping quite sound at night,
As when, at Fortunes giddy height,
He used to wake with dizzy fright
From dismal dream of falling.
But alas for naughty Miss Mac Bride!
Twas such shock to her precious pride!
enc coulu II l recover, although SHe Irlcu
Her jaded spirits to rally;
'Tis dreadful change in human affairs
From place Up Town., to nook Up Stairs
From an Avenue down to an Alley!
Twas little coincidence she had, God wot,
From her troops of friends who had MT forgot
The airs she used to borrow
They had civil phrases enough, but yet
Twas plain to see that their deepest regret
Was different thing from sorrow!
They owned it couldn't have well been worse,
To go from full to an empty purse;
To expect reversion and get REVERSE
Was truly dismal feature;
But it was MT strange,-they whispered, at all
That the Summer of pride should have its Fall,
Was quite according to Nature
And one of those chaps who make a pun,-
AS if it were quite legitimate fun
To be blazing away at every one
With a regular double-loaded gun
Remarked that moral transgression
Always brings retributive stings
To cande-makers well kings:
And making light of cereous things,
Was very wicked profession!
And vulgar people, the saucy chu1ls,
Inquired about the price of Pearls
And Knocked at her situation;
She was MT d,-they ventured to hope
Because she was poor she need MT nope
Few people were better off for soap,
And that was a consolationp
And to make her cup of woe run over,
Her elegant, ardent, plighted lover
Was the very first to forsake her;
He quite regretted the STEP twas true,-
The lady had pride enough 'for two"
But that alone would never do
To quiet the butcher and baker!
And now the unhappy Miss Mac Bride,
The merest ghost of her early pride,
Bewails her lowly position;
Cramped in the very narrowest niche,
Above the poor and below the rich.
Was a worse conditiona
MORAL.
Because you flourish in worldly affairs,
Don't be naughty, and put on airs,
With insolent pride of station
Don't be proud and turn up your
At poorer people in palmer cloes,
But learn for the sake of your souls repose
That wealth's bubble that comes-and goes /!
And that all Proud Flesh, wherever it grows
Is subject to irritation