National Republican., 1886-11-27
THANKSGIVING DAY.
Poets Present the Results OF Their
Inspiration,

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Poets Present the Results OF Their
Inspiration.
THE TURKEYS BLEGY.
In olden times good ale they drank,
And cheerfully the Lord did thank
But now we take our vlctual dry,
And still 10 thank the Lord do try.
Or wet or dry, with one It's equal
HE tale is told without sequel.
IL ale be drunk or no, a tear
Should yet be dropped upon his bier.
Reared in some quiet country nook,
Him from the roost one night they took;
Stripped him of all his winter rig,
And packed him in barrel big.
Transported then by cart or rail,
He's ruthlessly exposed for sale
By some green.grocer OF the town,
And valued at "stecn cents pound"
Now he is scanned by many Bridget,
And many housewife in a fidget
Like any school boys lame heXameter
Or circle with a bent diameter.
Pulled and prodded, thumped, aud weighed
All dDy long the subject made
Ofyile and wanton witticlsms,
Quips md ctanks and criticisms.
AZ last, II prime be his condition,
He's sold TO some well-fed pltrlcian;
Or, If his corpse be lean and scanty,
He ends at some plebian shanty.
Parboil and roast soon do their worst,
Meantime with gravy he Is nursed,
While bread or oysters make the dressing,
Or aged chestnuts, soul depressing
Placed on the board, he's quick demolished,
Breast.bone and tibia neatly polished;
The sire, the dame. the youthful heirs
Have made his meat part of theirs.
SO doth this bird magnanimous
Become a victim slain for us;
So, nobly yielding up his living,
Doth furnish forth our glad Thanksgiving.
Ifmen like turkeys did their parts
10 comfort ellow.creRtures' hearts,
Each meal would Thanksgiving see,
And want and crime forgotten be.
sMEX.
THANKSGIVING DAY.
Well, this Is the time ofthanksglving,
Aud all its kindred Joys;
With fun for the grown up people,
AS well rs the girls and boys.
All will go to "grandmas,"
Qf they have such place TO go),
And for all of those who haven't,
There are other relations-I know.
With the many numerous cousins
We play oil manner of things,
And have glorious time
Until-thc dinner bell rings.
Then we rush for the table
As If VIC were running race,
And Gfter we're all seated,
grandpa OF course, says grace.
AT the turkey-oh, so big
AT the ducks, and chicken-pies,
At the cranberry sauce and everything else,
We gaze with wide-open eyes
Not only do we gaze
AT the turkey and oil the rest,
But every one turns in,"
And does his "level best"
Afler that in comes the pudding,
The mincc and pumpkin pies,
And those who have left enough room fol
these
Indeed are the truly wise.
But all things have nm end,
And so this annual feast,
With mingled feelings of sorrow and 10y
We leaye-in body at least.
After Jolly evening
The happy day we end,
And afler the many good byos' are said
Homeward our ways we wend.
FROM A FIvE.YEARoLD.
I'm thankful for one thing;
I've lust been told by pa
That I've got a little brother
Upstairs in bed with ma.
Pa says he came from heaven,
That he lived upon Il star;
But think that that's q chestnut
Hesa ringing In on ma.
For II all the little babies
Were stars and other lights,
The Lord would have big trouble
TO keep the SKY 50 bright,
And then the streets would not be lit,
The city plunged in gloom,
And a breaking of the contract
'TwiNt the Gas Co. and the moon.
Though thankful, yet don't believe
such sluh-it never passes:
Mr.. Editor, I'll more thankful be
For that pair OF opera glasses.
POST PRANDIAL.
Thanksgiving dinner made me nap,
And filled my mind with strange mishap.
thought that I'd been whlrled away
To strange sights at the matinee
saw the President taking the cue)
Play Eyangeline in place of Fortescue;
And Mai. Walker, III at ease,
Sergeant of the Penzance police,
While Lieut.. Arnold was beheaded for
Telling the truth In defiance of law;
The statue OF Liberty, torch in air,
Walked the street shouting claire claire!
The Chicago anarchists clad In red,
Sang, "Put me In my little bed;"
Then came the fireworks with a roar,
That woke me from pleasant snore.
Now, all these strange things came to pass
Unnided by an opera glass.
THE MUGwuMP GIVES THANKS.
(At Cigar Banquet in Newspaper Row.
For all my matchless qualities
OF heart and mind and will
For the mighty intellect that's mine,
And the LOFTY niche fill;
For all my self-esteem, which e'er
Is virtues own reward,
For my transcendental loltiness-
thank Thee, o my Lord
For others inability
10 climb TO heights like mine;
For others futile efforts 10
Stand forth and, like me- shine;
For other mems repeated sius
Which with pain regard;
For NY peerless, God.like eminence-
THANK Thee, . my Lord
W. l.. RIoRDON.
DOMESTIC ECONOMY.