OR, TIIK WOULD HAS CHANGED. ' 3o 



Their daily sports to hunt and fish, 



The nights made merry with the dance, 

 Neighbors called to swell the throng, 



Help out the fun and hold parlance. 



No morn nor eve allowed to lag, 



Each day had its own sensation. 

 Fan and frolic was in the wind, 



Those old-time days of recreation. 



They had good times throughout the year, 



But Christmas capped the climax. 

 Every door thrown wide open then, 



Hung with mistletoe and suiilax. 



Santa Clause ne'er failed to come, 



Nor the little ones, unbefriended, 

 Hanging stocking ne'er failed to fill, 



For he ever came full-handed. 



Time was not counted money then, 



Lucre needed, sires freely gave, 

 Would run accounts with all the stores , 



And never sought a bill to stave. 



Each family had yearly account. 



Everybody would do to trust, 

 Tho' prodigal the total amount. 



The money due, down came the dust. 



Ah ! Those were rosy, daisy days, 



But now have gone, gone glimmering, 

 Love to think of those happy days, 



Whilst our life away is simmering. 



