Tis summer still, alas! methinks
They have no Christmas here at all.
But stay! that paper pile sublime—
Of I O.U. and unpaid bill—
Breathes somewhat of the festive time
Of "peace on earth—to man good-will."
There's Starkey's bill for lemonade,
And Peape's and Shaw's for summer suits,
A host of others, all unpaid,
For ice, and cubas, and cheroots.