A Christmas Carol
O, tis ray last greenback, all ragged and torn, 1 1 's rerdant oompanionï all spent and goue. No scrip of yourkindred nor "postal'' is iiigh And I look ou thy face, with anguish aud sigh, VVhen 1 thiiik ot the number I've spent aud I've sold, And you iny ilear last one. must now go íor gold. The gold will soon go, and friends will deplrt, And where hall tuore come from to cheer my sad heart ? The climate is healthy, the peoplo all well, No doctors are needed, their sickness to quell, And oíd lriends are absent audmouey all none, I cannot belp siglimg when thus luit alone. Tlio' 1 must be patiënt- wait heavon's kind hand, To seud opidemics to Wiglit this fair land Then calis will be plenty, and practice lo good, And gold iiomiug iu to purchaso more food. Good living T oherista, añil frionds I enjoy, Aud may soon 1 have plenty- aud iriends byand-by. And then I'll be happy.be cheerful and bright, Witli a homo to retire to, and blessings at mglit. Mav the time soon approach, and prospenty shinc, And the frieods of my youth be once again mine. No strifes, no divorces, again be my lot, But light-hearted and happy- the past all forgot. San Francisco, December 14, 1875.
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