THE EMBROIDERED SLIPPERS.
AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF A HOLIDAY GIFT.
If a pen full of ink will my feelings portray,
Accept my best thanks for those slippers, I pray;
I prize them sincerely; they suit to a T;
And no trifle, dear madam, shall wrest them from me.
Should the sons of St. Crispin their workshops give o'er,
And the cobblers declare they will cobble no more,
What boots it to me if they throw down their awl
And come to an end, and the craft wholly fall?
Possessing such friends, with those banners unfurled,
No fear of my going barefoot through the world.
'Tis said Cinderella, a well-meaning lass,
Was raised to great wealth by a shoe made of glass;
Now if one single slipper such wonders will do,
How fortunate those who are favored with two!
Still some have their doubts, and hesitate whether
One slipper of glass is worth two made of leather.
The man who is upright (they may think as they choose),
That person's full weight must rest in his shoes;
Be lowly his station, or high and commanding,
Two slippers secure him a firm understanding.