Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-11-03
the BRgAKFAsT TABLE.
THE AReHBIsHoH AND GIL RLA

don't think feel much olderi I'm aware
I'm rather gray,
hut SO are many young folks ! meet EN-
every day,
! confess I'm more particular IN what I
eat aud drink,
Hut ones taste improves with culture !
and Is all II means, think,
"Can you read as once YOU used tor
Well, the printing ID SO bad
No young folks eyes can read It like the
hooks that once We had,
fare you quite as quick Of hearingf"-
Please TO say that once again,
Don't use plaiu words, your Reyerencef
Yes, ! often use q cane,
Hut It's not because I need it,-nO,
always liked asticki
And as one might lean npon It, Iisas well
II should DO thick
oh, In smart, Tn spry, I'm lively, can
walk, yes that | can,
On the days l feel like walking, just az
well as you, young mani
"pont you get little sleepy after dinner
every dayi"
Well, doze little, sometimes, but that
always was my way,
"Don't you cry u little eisIer than some
twenty years agoS"
Well, my heart IL very tender, but think
twas always no,
"Don't you find II sometimes happens
that you can't recall name 7"
Yes, know such lots Of people--bnt my
memory's not to blame,
What! You think my memory's falling !
Why, us just as bright aud clear
remember my great grandmal She's
been dead these sixty years!
Is your voice little trcmblyf" Well, II
may be, now and then,
But write as well as ever with good
old.iashloned pen;
It's the Glllotts make the troublc-not at
all my nnger-cnds,-
That Is why my hand looks shaky when !
sign for dividends.
"Don't you Stoop little, waiklngT It's
away I've always had
/ have always been round.shoudcred
ever since was lad.
"Dont you hate to tic your shoe'stringSF
Yes, own THAT Is true.
"Don't you tell old stories ovcrY am
not aware do.
"Dont you stay ut home OF cveningsY--
Don't you love cushioned seat
In corner, by the preside, with your
slippers on your feet
Don't you wear warm aeecy nannels ?
Don't you mufilc up your throat'
Don't you like to have one help you when
you're putting on your coat?
Don't you like old books you've dos-cared
you can't remember when?
Don't you call IT late at nine O'Clock and
20 to bed ut ten?
How many crones can you count Of oil
you used to know
That called you by your Christian name
some fifty years ago?
How look the prizes to you that used tt
fire your brain?
You've reared your mound-how high Il
it above the level plain?
You've drained the brimming golden cul
that made your fancy reel,
You've slept the giddy potion off-now
tell us how you feel?
You've watched the harvest ripening til
every stem was cropped,
You've seen the rose of beauty fade til
every petal dropped,
You've told your thought you've done you
task, you've tracked your dial round.
Il backing down! Thank Heaven, no
yeti I'm hale and brisk and sound,
And good for many tussel, as you sha>
live to see;
My shoes are not quite ready yet-don
think you're rid Of mel
Old Parr was in his lusty prime when h
was older far.
And where will you be i'll live to beat Of
Thomas Parr2
"Ah, well-I know,.-at every age life ha
certain charm
You're going ? Come, permit me, pleas
beg you'll take my arm"
I take your arm! Why take your arm
I'd thank you to be told;
I'm old enough to walk alone, but not
very old!
-[Oliver Wendell Holmes
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