St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-11-26
SOME OF sam FOSS' FUN.
The STORY or MEL cHfZEDEK ADoNt
Ram JONES.
a PURITAN OF oLDEN BAYS
Comes Back to Earth for Thanks
giving After Being Dead Two
Hundred Years-The Troubles
CT Billy Claggett-i Boy WHO
Was Never Happy, although
He Had Flenty.

copyright, 1893. By Sam Walter Foss
Melchlzedek Adoairam Jones, two hundred
years ago.
In peaceful rest laid down his bones and
left this world OF woe;
puritan of ancient breed, sweet may his
soul repose;
man who loved his holy creed and
preached it through his nose.
The spirit Of Melchizedek Jones roamed
through the fields of light
"aIkeu er the city's golden stones by rivers
OF delight;
but once upon Thanksgiving day he heard
sound of mrth
come floating heavenward on its way from
the rejoicing earth.
"Ah. me-" says he. this is the day we st alb
lished long ago;
How quick the years have rolled away. how
fast the centuries go.
IAN once more weuld see the earth, though
AFTER many years.
FROM which CHS most unseemly mirth is
foatlng to my ears.
Melchizedek Adoniram Jones then slipped
away 10 GARTH
ana sought the town where rest his bones,
~ the town that gave him birth.
MS ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS grandson's home
he entered boldly free
And said, Il will no longer roam: here
abide with thee
But why, my great greatgreat." said he
why this ungodlv gee?
Why this unhallowed reVelry, this graeeless
jollity?
Turn ye from wanton pleasures path. refrain
from this mad mirth.
Lest arise and i'll my wrath / smite We to the
earth.
what vain apparel I behold, thine help
meets proud array
Inc SILKS or Sidon ana the gold of Tarshish
shall decay
Thy gold shall tarnish, jewels rust. and fade
SDS Isl
away, and sit thee i'll the dust in sackcloth
and in ashes.
"Out with your tinkling music vain. vour
loud abomination;
more hitting were funeral strain to mourn
your desolatiOn;
Inc furnace of my wrath is hot. my righteous
anger high,
Ill cry aloud and spare We not, and smite We
hip and thigh.
And these vain books, the yainest thing the
heart OF man entices,
go 1uli OF vain imagining and many strange
devices
And shakespeare too? Still'neath the stars
lives his unhallowed mirth?
trusted our anathemas had driven him from
earth.
Why gorge we with this foolish spoil and
make feaSting day.
ms wealth OF meat and wine and Oil, when
We SHOULD fast ana pray?
ana wherefore is this riotous feast these
Egypt flesh pots here?
why gorge ye. like the gluttonous beast
when ye should quake with fear?
why MAKE your children such a din; why
IS their glee so great?
Depraved-conceived ana born in sin, and
wholly roprobate-
before their great SINS let them quail, and
let their grief be deep
In conlrlte sorrow let them wall and gnash
their teeth and weep"
5000 saint" replied his great-great-great
note your warm appeal
Your manners may not be ornate. thouqh 7
respect your zeal:
But we believe that childish pranks spring
not from Satan's guile.
Anu men may offer heartfelt thanks and
keep their clothes in style.
But come. my great-great-great. sit down
and try our modern fare;
Relax your Puritanic frown and smooth
your ruflled hair
The Puritan began to eat; his frown, it
passed away:
He felt the kindly influence sweet-the
spirit of the day.
The turkey vanished like dream, the pud-
ding did not stay,