A Bachelors Description OF {" Thanksgiving


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This sentiment. on last Thanksgiving,
l followed IN my mode Of living;
But confess, with humble voice,
Twas more, by far. IRON force than choice
And pa sd the lingering, tedious hours,
According to my means and powers
Business was clos'd, and Wall street shut up.
All my arrangements sadly cut up;
Each man had fixed to dine and tea
With some kind friend or family
But who has here compassion Tor
A miserable bachelor
To church went, and heard some sonnets,
Saw lovely faces. shawls and bonnets;
And while in admiration lost,
Sigh'd, and the n thought upon the cost
Own'd that, altho' twas good for trade.
Thereby some bachelors were made,
And, even in this marrying land,
Prudence and love 20 hand in hand
But must also add my fears,
'ris with folks over twenty years.
The pious, meek aud learned divine,
Told us we were epj )ined 10 dine
Eat Of the fat and drink the wine !"
Our duty twas he said. more DER,
To think upon the starving poor
Concluded mis- discourse-said grace.
But not one word about my case;
Nor hnted that lonely sinner.
Like me, might be in want of dinner;
And that, on days when laws are passd
To make folks eat. or pray, or fast,
II is a Christian charity
To ask stranger home to tea.
Five mortal hours upon my feet
wandered up and down each street;
Lookd down the areas. view'd the roasting,
The turkeys, wooicock, snipe, and toe sting
Saw numerous spits adorned with geese,
Sighd at the beet in - Place
Then promenaded Union Square,
Admird the copious fountain there,
And tt,a ht,tn nf (Yat
Drank to the absence Of the mutton;
A second glass with hearty glee,
To genuine hospitality;
tried a third-T own twas bold
But found the water rather cold:
Last at the shakespeare made stop,
Sat down, alone, and took chop.
Then to my room, and had sad time,
From six until the hour OF bedtime;
Aud, as sa, with feet on fender,
found me getting somewhat tender;
And thought flew ba k to other times,
TO friends away in distant cimes;
thought OF love, too, and the time
When youth and hope were in their prime
The heart W as warm, the feeling strong,
And her who tund that heart to song.
"Look'd love in eyes that lookd sc linn
Tund my guitar, and sang this strain:
There is an hour. which comes to all-


And oft, full oft, 1t comes to me-
When pensive thought obeys the call,


And opes the door Of memory.


Then scenes which dwell upon the heart,


Return with freshness to the eye;
And friends with whom twas sad to part,


Claim the fond tribute Of sigh.
My dream was passi. my fire gone out,
And felt child and cold without;
My candle fcker'd, and gave warning
Ofthe close presence OF the morning.
Reflected three day Thanksgiving
Would almost make me tird Of living;
To some most desperate deed would drive
Hang, c. mmit murder. drown, or wive
Then to nv bed. and lay in clover,
Thankful Thanksgiving Day was over;
Fell fast asleep, IA # on down,
And dreamed of lovely -


Tar HrHu,r NsxS Va.