The weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1878-1881, 1880-08-10
THE ARCHBIsHor AND GLE BIAS.

don't think l feel much older: I'm aware I'm
But 50 Sa are many young folks; I meet 'em every
drink.
But ones taste improves with culture; thai is
all IL means. l think.
Can you read as once you used to-" Well the
NO young folks eyes can read it like the books
that once we had.
- Are you as quick of hearing" Please to say
THAT once again.
- Dong l use plain words. your Reverence? '
Yes: often use a cane,
But it's not because 1 need it-no, I always liked
a stick;
And as one might lean upon it, tits as well it
oh'lm smart I'm spry, I'm lively-I can walk,
yes. that l can,
On the days that 1 feel like walking, lust as
well as you. young man!
"Don,t you get a little sleepy after dinner every
Well, dozc a little, sometimes, but it always
" Don't YOU Try 4 little easier than some twenty
Well, my heart is very tender. but 7 think twas
always 50.
Don't you find it sometimes happens that YOU
can't recall a name
1eS-l know such lots of pcople-but my mem
ory's not to blame.
What! You think my memory's failing! Why,
IT'S just as bright and clear
L remember my great grandma! She's been
dad these sixty year!
g Is your voice a little trcmhly:. :" Wen. it may
be, now and then,
But | write as well as over with u good old
It's the Gillo,I@' make the trouble not at all
my finger ends
That is why my hand looks shaky when 1 sign
for dividends.
"Don't you stoop a little walking Q" IT, a way
I've always had
l have always been round-shOuldered ever since
Twas a lad.
d" Don't you hate to tie your shoe-strings??" Yes,
! own it, that is true.
. Don't you tell Old stories over?" l am not
aware / do.
'pon't you stay at home OF evenings? Don't
you love II cushioned scat
In q corncr, by the frcside. with your slippers
on your feet?
Don't you wear warm, neecy tlanncis? Don't
you mutle 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 dogs-carcd,
you can't remember when?
Don't you call IL late AT nine O'Clock and go &c
bed at ten"
How many cronie> can you count, of ill you
That called you by your Christian name some
fifty years ago:
"lioW LOOK the prizes 10 you tlat USED 10 hrt
your brain?
IOu'vercared your mound-hOw high is it above
the level plain
You've drained the trimming golden cup tina
made your fancy reel,
You've slept the giddy potion oi-now tell Il!
low you fell!
You've watched the harvcstripening till ever,
stem was cropped,
You've seen the rose of beauty fade till every
petal dropped.
You've told your thought, you've done you
task, you've tracked your dial round"
i backing down! Thank heaven, not yet
Pm hale and brisk and sound,
And geod for many II tussle, as you shall live t.
see;
MY shoes are not quite ready yet-don't think
you're rid of me!
Old Parr was in his lusty prime when he wa
older far,
And where will you be if l live to beat oil,
Thomas Parr"
"Ah, Welt know-at every age life has a Ger
tam charm
You're going: Come, permit me, please, l be:
you'll take my ARM
l take your arm! Why take your arm: II
thank you IL be tod,
I'm old enough to walk alone, but not so yer.
old
-Oiirer Wendell Holmes in atlantic.