Selected Poetry.
AS OU> BACHELOR, What a pitiful thing an old bachelor is, With his cheerless honsoaiid his rueful phiz f On a bitter cold night when the lieroe wind* blow, And when all the earth is corered with snow j When his fire is out, and in shirering dread He slips 'neath the sheets ol his lonely bud : How he draws up his toes, All encased in yarn hose, And ho burks bis nose Beneath the chilly fwd<clothes j Hint his nose* and bis toes, Still encased in yarn hose, May not chance to get froze. Then ho puffs and he Mowb, and says that ha knows No mortal on earth ever Buffered sttch Woes ; And with Ahs and with Ohs With his limbs to dispose So that neither his toes nor his hose may bo froze, To his slumber iii silonce tbd bachelor goes. In the morn when the cook crows, and the sun is jast rose, From beneath the bed-clothes Pops the bachelor's nose, And you may Buppose, when ho hoars how the Wind blows, Sees thd Windows all froze, Why back 'neath the clothes pops the poor fellow's nose; For full well he knows, if from that bed he rose To put on his clothes, that he'd surely be froze. Hood.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 10, 12 January 1870, Page 7
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215Selected Poetry. Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 10, 12 January 1870, Page 7
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