The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-10-21

. InS SIdDi6 HOW we sip dCIoooS
We know where to get good fresh horse.
Henry says he has pair
OF good ones in a stall out there,
Both harnessed in buggy neat,
We hop right in and take seat.
Be careful, boys, and drive them slow;
To bind the thing We'll settle now.
With strings in hand. we stop and think.
At the New England House we'll take
drink;
Nathaniel amt those horses Summers?
For Cd sake, see the Boston Runners!
Around the House we see crowd,
Boston runners know where to board;
At the table you see nothing stale,
It's the Astor House on a smaller scale,
When guests should nance to be in need
There stands the gentleman, Mr.. Reed,
A Clerk who all the boarders know,
At hotel business is not slow;
And then, the house is none the worse
For employing our good friend Reny Pierce;
If loafers hang around, no doubt
Young Billy Holmes will put 'em out.
Of Holmes we try to get The thing,
Says he amt sold it since last spring.
So around the square we 60 pell-mell
And warm the animals pretty well;
We know Charles Mitchell is no fool,
So We sacken up and let 'em cool.
But what's the use they full well know.
Those horses amt been driven slow.
OuL we jump 1Or BLACKSMITH now,
For we must hurry up you know.
On we go right by them ALL
And into Mathews store we call,
Nothing new to see in there,
So leave this place and go elsewhere.
When we're in want of some good butter
Well surely patronize Milt Carter;
Across the street we see face
Which looks to US like Alden Chase;
Al A. D Chase's it's understood,
That business generally is good;
We think we just heard something fall,
Oh! that is Bobby's new base ball
At Cox & Fields we see young George,
Working hard for Timothy Chase Lodge;
A warm day, George? "It is very!
Hold on, we can't forget friend Perry.
But feeling more or less fatigued,
Well stop at Cadwell's and read the Wing;
We read all the papers-laugh-gro fat
My goodness! John wears that same hat!
Buy your millinery up stairs if you choose;
But just see Forbes boots and shoesi
The place think where worsted sells,
Is just next door in 'Gusta Wells
Next in Thorndikes window stare,
And see all kinds of crockery ware.
If ever your watch refuses to run,
Chase will fix it. he's just the one.
At Washburn's we will spend some time;
For here are notions in every line.
Young William is one of those kind.
lHdt DuSlueSS Is uppeTIuoSI III his mlnu,
We wish him we'll and then propose
To drop in and see Asa Howes;
His customers never go adrift
For want of politeness in Charles Swift.
Perhaps you think that would fail
To mention Thomas Lothrops ale;
And see so many handsome creatures
Buying dry goods at Tom Pitchers.
His place is not so very slow;
The ladies all know where to go.
Nor ,bovx 10 Ill
Just trade little with Bill Marshall;
His goods they suit and never fail,
How are you. Bickford-good evening, Shales,
There stands man outside the door,
Well known to all, C. Dinsmore;
Another man that always suits;
He'll sell you ankle or boots
"Eureka!" Andrew, what is that?
He tells you, thinks "you will feel fat"
He thinks, of course. that you he's sold;
On, shoe fly Andrew, that joke is ole.
We must leave here now what o'clock?-
A pretty question-just ask Locke;
In his place we next will go
Why Land lord Locke. how do you do?
His bench is streWn, from end to end
With jewelry that he's trying to mend.
Horatio, please lend US a dish
We've often heard of Durham's fish;
His store is closed, and across the way,
We find Frank Lancaster out today,
Va ISL, we guess we won Duy any,
So jog along by Adams & Haney
Pass the store of CottrelI,
And land, slam bang, at Sanborn's Hotel.
Through the Dock we'll take start;
Here's Lewis & Crosby. Frederick and Smart,
A rushing trade, the people say,
Sibley drives in a quiet way.
Further. We know that people daily
Are rushing to the store of Bailey:
If he is out, why then they run,
OF course, right into VIM Swan.
On the bridge we see the train;
Rather warm" says Daniel Lane.
The sun upon US hot is streaming,
But we can't rush right by Edwin Beaman.
There is no special reason why
We can't stop long at the Foun derry.
So hot IN there creates a stupor,
So we jog on to Marcellus Cooper,
Things go on well here, tits sure.
With sprightly clerk like Johnny Poor,
Countrymen most always say
ITO Pitchers we will truck our hay"
This concern must safely run,
With his new partner, Oscar his son,
Back along the road we drift
Here's Knowlton, Mansfield, Havner and
Swift.
We rush along, with all our might,
BY the store of Martin White.
At Riggs we'll buy some good fresh do UGH.
nuts,
And then be ready for Moody & Conant's,
Our head feels hot what shall we do?
20 into Sanders and try a shampoo.
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