10 THE FOGY DAYS AND XOW; 



'Back to olden days of pleasure, 

 The days of luck, ease and leisure ; 

 Days of youth, when the heart was glad, 

 Before sorrows came to make sad. 



Free as air to go, as free to come, 

 Bring our friends to a father's home ; 

 Then so happy to entertain, 

 And ne'er to see the like again. 



The rich cut-glass and old sideboard, 

 A custom then could well afford ; 

 Sach hospitalities then w^ould share, 

 Its absence from a home was rare. 



Ever with rich juices filled, 

 Ever stood with the best distilled ; 

 Pull welcome, never lock or key, 

 A jovial dram for you and me. 



And the sugar loaf too was there, 

 Aromatic nutmeg for toddy rare ; 

 Or fresh from garden, the fragrant mint, 

 Free to all, nor thought of stint. 



To drink a friendly toast was nice, 

 Before prohibition gave advice ; 

 Drank good cheer to friendship true, 

 A drunkard then scarce ever knew. 



Long table spread, many a seat, 

 Where the welcome guests all could eat. 

 And merrily, merrily passed the day, 

 AVith friend and friend the old time way. 



The great Blue Ridge full in sight, 

 So azure blue, else clothed in white, 

 Could view afar their craggy heights. 

 And oft' have clambered o'er their flights. 



