THE SNOW-HOUSE.
See, Charlie, out there, by the elm tree,
The snow has been eddying round,
And has made, for our winter snow-house,
A broad and beautiful mound.
Come, Charlie, bring out your shovel,
And soon we will let them see
How nice, how snug, and how cosy,
Our winter palace can be.
The door shall be arched and lofty,
The room within shall be round;
And we’ll have a fireplace and chimney,
And a carpet of straw for the ground.
Then we’ll have a magnificent party,
And all our friends receive,
With chestnuts, popped corn, and candy,
On Christmas or New Year’s eve.
The Merrys all shall be invited,
Around our board to sit;
They with our house will be delighted,
And we’ll enjoy their wit.
COLD WATER.
Cold water, pure, sparkling, and bright,
Cold water forever for me;
Cold water you, too, must drink to-night,
Who have come to our apple spree.
For nothing else you will get to drink,
Of that most sure you may be;
No wine, no brandy will we allow
At our red-apple spree.
No cider, no rum, no lager bier,
Or any such stuff will you see;
But pure cold water, fresh from the pump,
We will have at our apple spree.
Drink as much as you will, good friends and true,
For nothing it costs, you see,
And in these hard times it is best to have
An economical spree.
So a spree we will have, and a jolly one too,
And none the worse shall we be
To-morrow, for having joined to-night
In a real red-apple spree.
Ruth.
