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Haney�s Christmas Rhymes
for 1861.
How wise the host
Who rules the roast,
To hint at our displacement
From upper rooms,
Through stairway glooms,
Down to the genial basement!
If, as they say,
�Tis time ^|true| that they
Have cars like those ^|who| dizzened em,
Four happier walls
No palace halls
Are held within all Christendom.
Its prints, its books,
Its pipey nooks,
Its cable-flagsx, et cetera.
To Fancy�s wings,
To memory�s swings,
I�m sure no serious fetter are.
But best of all,
Fair, round, and tall
x Appertaining to the date of the celebration of the Atlantic telegraph