THE POSTMAN.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2415, 31 December 1881, Page 4

THE POSTMAN.

Polios and firemen, oabmen too, G-ood service to the public do ; Our soldiers, sailors, and marines Define what that word " duty " means ; Our foroe of loyal Volunteers Has borne the test of twenty years ; Can Britain not make equal boast Of faithful servants of the Post ? (In town or country their good name Is oheriahed with respeot tho same.) Kind-hearted, courteous men are they, Whose path of life's a rugged way, liike horse in mill—on oonstant round, Where'er the din of work is found. In terrace too, squares, villas, road, E'en to the cottager's abode; Up hills, down dales, full many a mile They tramp, nor may they rest awhile Until delivery's complete— Nor till that time their loved ones greet. Eioh Sunday morn fiads some at work— Those men hard duties ne'er do shirk. (I've not enumerated all The task fulSH'd, both great and small!) Once in the year, at Christmas time, When village bells give joyous chime, They ask of us one trifla soant— Of whioh so few begrudge the grant. This year let all do what they oan To help that true, deserving man, The postman. Exohange.