Thanksgiving

Many and brJght are the scènes th&t are planned. Man y the hearts that with gladness expand, Many the hopen with f ruition at hand, Anil the voice of the turkey is heard in the land ; For Thanksgiving day Ib welcomed alway. A heart-warming, glorioun, genial seaBon, TVhen the feelings, repressed Jiy traftic'e behest, On one day at least, for dominion contcst, And Btrive, as of oíd, to be specially bleat, While care is a npecies of treaaon. The city ehute np its shop for the day, The oldeat and youugest play or pray ; The chxirchee are open in the ancient way, For preachers to Htter whatevor they may, With few to listen to what they eay, While all the chaises and carriages Are dashing around with thtir nierry loadB Of babies dressed in their prettiest modep, To dump at the doors of kindred abodes - Or fillcd with those ytill happier nodee "Who rush to try that best of codea Which binds np ttp in marriages. The horse in the stall, the dog at the door, Are loved and caressed aud kisaed once more, And smiles are joyonsly beaming, And the pullets, destiued for thcni to die, Look on the Bcene wiili a chcerful eye. In synipathetie seemiug. The land ia vocal with psalm and prayer, And joy's glad note sounds everywhere, A festival oblation, And savory strfiims like clouds arise, To tickle the palate and glad the eyes Of lovers of virtue and pumpkin pies, "Whrre grave and gay, and dull and wise, Pay tribute to gustation.