Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-07-23
THE EDITORS EXCURSION
Or the Quilldrivers' Outing.
Rutland Herald.

The editors of old Vermont
Set out upon summer jaunt;
Babe brief farewell to books and files
And started for the Thousand Isles;
In still st. lbans staid one night
And heard the Owls with great delight.
Who drove away long since the gloom
That came down with the crack of doom
And now when Brother Gibbs regans
a cheerful view of weather vanes,
The lovely town will seem so lair
That Washington viii not compare.
The tide to Ogdtnsburg revealed
How wei Il - to he well heclcd-
To HobartZc Il road, as 'twcre,
And make Il journey but whr
The AdrOndacks, Lake Champaign,
Montgomery tort. st. Lawrence plain,
The mills and kiluS of ChuteauRay,
The fields OF hops and stacks OF hay
All fitted past us like the CLEANS,
OF trout III AlmOn Whecer's streams,
And ere we thought 1t was II stretch
I'VE reached the burgh that drops the NJ"
The Seymour house made all inclined
To see more there, so well we dined.
We little thought, when homeward set
Wed have to do It with regret,
Because a Lake Ontario squat
Delayed the boat for Montreal.
But be it known to every sort,
y Tallman cannot well he short;
In fifteen minutes man and child
To change OF route were reCOnClled.
'Twlxt Ogdensburg and Gananoque,
q IL that .I is French as she .i,r is spoke;
delightful boats as all concur
An archipelago explored
And showed us Paradise restored.
q, fairy land o visions bright!
An upper realm of calm delight;
Where faircst acres broaden down,
Encircllng here and there town,
And ma esty rolls on between
The smOOthcst banks OF living green
Where gay, fantastic palaces
Seem floating on the CLASSY seas,
And airy bridges arch the dome
DER crystal pools 'twIIt home and home /;
Where hr-crowued hills and ivied rocks
Make deep canals with open locks,
And steam, the modern gOndolier,
Awakes the echoes with his cheer
SO pass we in IA gorgeous dream
This panorama of the stream.
A house that's built upon rock
Can stand an ordinary shock;
The pOrters. marked, 1000 ISLES"
All met us with l,UOOOJO smiles.
The "Phat Boy" shouted from the whai
Receive the welcome of the dwarf"
And when the portals opened wide.
by music marched we ali inside,
To lind ourselves ureu y roomed
And fame rs diners amply doomed.
We marked the house the highest notch,
As lacking nothing but n watch;
And, ever ready TO divide.
A lady soon the want supplied.
There's nothing mean about our set,
And when we lose we never fret.
The house outside is painted red
And so the clipper goes to bed,
But in the parOr, midst the girls.
The Boston Jolundl whirls and whirls,
Until we wonder on which side
Twill light, but think it will divide.
Great Scott, and greater Mrs!
| OF all the funny crowds this il
The funniest. There is no dearth
| OF entertainment and Of mirth.
We do not crow, but Crowell might,
| For he has earned and got the right.
| Perhaps we do not sing It's old 4;
| No chcstnuts il you please behold,
Three whistng Marys in n row
Are not cheap and common show.
The colOrs that adorn each breast,
| Though rich and pure are not our best;
| we wear That next our hearts and ween
There's nothing for Vermont like Greene.
| It's Standard and will hold its own,
| Who thinks IL fresh" will wish he'd know
| And II we e'cr the rapids shoot
| Wen send IL on 10 mark the route.
In further proof liie's not in yain
| BEHOLD our senatorial Swain.
When hOnors call him, ring the chimes,
His better half will make the Times,
And thus Wen dOubly benefit
by wisdom, sweet ness, worth and wit.
We estimate St. JOhnsbury's Stone
OF all her weights the truest one;
hut here discretion hesitates
And courage shIinks from all de Bates,
For none can name him but TO praise
And that is fatal Ow-a-days.
Alas, all things must have an end;
Time flies and hOmeward HES each friend
To see how his associates
Have filled the peoples breakfast plates,
And learn, mayhap, they're glad he went
And wish he'd longer been content.
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