Charles Follen Adams.
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“Here is a little poem I sent a short time since to a committee for a certain celebration. I understood it was to be a festive and convivial occasion, and ordered myself accordingly. It seems the president of the day was a ‘teetotaler.’ I received a note from him in the following words:—”
Dear Sir,—Your poem gives good satisfaction to the Committee. The sentiments expressed with reference to liquor are not, however, those generally entertained by this community. I have therefore consulted the clergyman of this place, who has made some slight changes, which he thinks will remove all objections, and keep the valuable portions of the poem.
Yours with respect, etc., etc.,
ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING.
(With slight alteration by a teetotaler.)
Come! fill up a bumper—for why should we go,
logwood
While the nector still reddens our cups as they flow?