Toasting My Toes

The wind Is rolsterlng out of doors, My Windows shake and ray chlmney mars; My Einnvoud ciiimncys teem crooning to 1110, As ofolj, in their moody minor key, And out of the past the lioarse wind blows, As I git in my arm-chair autl toast iny toes. lio ! ho ! niño aod forly. thov sc-cm to sing, We saw you a little toddUng thinc, We kncw you cliild aml youth and man, A wondermi Mlow to dream and plan, Witli a great tblog uiways to come- who knows P Well ! well I 'tls somc comfort to toast oue's toes. How many times liavc you gat atgaze Tllltlie moulderlng brand forgot 10 blaze, Shapiug among (!iu whlraslcal coals Faneies and figures and shlnlng goala ! What matter the ashes tliat cover those? Wliile liickory laste vou can toast your loos. ■in shlpbnllderf wherearethey all, Your grandjii ree deckera, deep cbestedanc iaü, Tliat shiniul crash the ivavos ouder canvas piles, . lid sncnorat last by tlie Fortúnate Is!cs TBere's gray n yoor bearcl, the ysars tiin bes, Whllevop muso in yoiir arm-ehalr and toast yourtoes. Bit nnd dream thnt I hcar, as of yoro, Iy Elnuvooil chiinney's deep-throatec roar ; f niiicli be gone, tlicre ts nmch rcniains ; iy the embers of loss Icount my nins. 'ouand yours wilh the bost, HU the old hope í.'1'hvs, n the fanciful ñame, as I toast my toes. istead of a fleet of broad-bcowod sliips, Q sdid a cliilcl'a armada of chips, ostead of the great ?:mis, tier on tier, frelgJit of pebblos and grass bladea rere ! Woll, inay be more lovo vith Ilic less gift goes," I growl as. half moody, I toast my toes,