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On Lending A Silver Punch Bowl.
ON LENDING A SILVER PUNCH BOWL .
BY AN AMERICAN AUTHOR ( O . AV . HOLMES ) . This ancient silver boAvl of mine , it tells of good old times , — Of joyous days , and jolly nights , and merry Christmas chimes : They were a free and jovial race , hut honest , brave , and true , That dipped the ladle in the punch when this old boAvl was new .
A Spanish galleon brought the bar ( so runs the ancient tale ) ; Twas hamrner'd by an Antwerp smith , whose arm Avas like a flail : And now and then between the strokes , for fear his strength should fail , He wiped his brow and quaff d a cup of good old Flemish ale .
'Twas purchased by an English squire to please his loving dame , Who saw the cherubs and conceived a longing for the same ; And oft , as on the ancient stock , another twig Avas found , 'Twas filled AAdth caudle , spiced and hot , and handed smoking round .
But changing hands , it reached at length a Puritan divine , Who used to follow Timothy , and take a little Avine , But hated punch and prelacy ; and so it ivas , perhaps , He Avent to Leyden , Avhere he found conventicles and schnapps .
And then—of course you know Avhat ' s next—he left the Dutchman ' s shore With those that in the Mayflower came , a hundred souls or more , Along with all their furniture , to fill their new abodes , — To judge by what is still on hand , at least a hundred loads .
'Twas on a dreary Avinter's night , the night Avas closing dim , When old Miles Standish took the bowl and filled it to the brim : The little captain stood and stirred the posset Avith his sword , And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board .
He poured the fiery Hollands in—the man who never feared ; He took a long and solemn draught , and wiped his yelloAv beard ; And one by one the musketeers—the men who fought ancl prayed—All drank , as 'twere their mother ' s milk , and not a man afraid .
That night , affrighted from his nest , the screaming eagle fieAv , He heard the Pequot ' s ringing shout , the soldiers' wild halloo : And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to birth and kin , —
44 Run from tlie white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin . " A hundred years , and fifty more , had spread their leaves and snows , A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub ' s nose ; Vf / 11 Ji
-1 K UJL IV UPU 1 I IU 1 . \ Ah ** 3 HWV 1 . JllVtUVIlVjU . V . I II H VWV . * V « J A V < V > 1 ¦ . \> A I * F- » *~> AJ . ^»» w > , When once again the bowl was filled , but not in mirth or joy , 'Twas mingled by a mother ' s baud to cheer her parting boy .
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On Lending A Silver Punch Bowl.
ON LENDING A SILVER PUNCH BOWL .
BY AN AMERICAN AUTHOR ( O . AV . HOLMES ) . This ancient silver boAvl of mine , it tells of good old times , — Of joyous days , and jolly nights , and merry Christmas chimes : They were a free and jovial race , hut honest , brave , and true , That dipped the ladle in the punch when this old boAvl was new .
A Spanish galleon brought the bar ( so runs the ancient tale ) ; Twas hamrner'd by an Antwerp smith , whose arm Avas like a flail : And now and then between the strokes , for fear his strength should fail , He wiped his brow and quaff d a cup of good old Flemish ale .
'Twas purchased by an English squire to please his loving dame , Who saw the cherubs and conceived a longing for the same ; And oft , as on the ancient stock , another twig Avas found , 'Twas filled AAdth caudle , spiced and hot , and handed smoking round .
But changing hands , it reached at length a Puritan divine , Who used to follow Timothy , and take a little Avine , But hated punch and prelacy ; and so it ivas , perhaps , He Avent to Leyden , Avhere he found conventicles and schnapps .
And then—of course you know Avhat ' s next—he left the Dutchman ' s shore With those that in the Mayflower came , a hundred souls or more , Along with all their furniture , to fill their new abodes , — To judge by what is still on hand , at least a hundred loads .
'Twas on a dreary Avinter's night , the night Avas closing dim , When old Miles Standish took the bowl and filled it to the brim : The little captain stood and stirred the posset Avith his sword , And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board .
He poured the fiery Hollands in—the man who never feared ; He took a long and solemn draught , and wiped his yelloAv beard ; And one by one the musketeers—the men who fought ancl prayed—All drank , as 'twere their mother ' s milk , and not a man afraid .
That night , affrighted from his nest , the screaming eagle fieAv , He heard the Pequot ' s ringing shout , the soldiers' wild halloo : And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to birth and kin , —
44 Run from tlie white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin . " A hundred years , and fifty more , had spread their leaves and snows , A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub ' s nose ; Vf / 11 Ji
-1 K UJL IV UPU 1 I IU 1 . \ Ah ** 3 HWV 1 . JllVtUVIlVjU . V . I II H VWV . * V « J A V < V > 1 ¦ . \> A I * F- » *~> AJ . ^»» w > , When once again the bowl was filled , but not in mirth or joy , 'Twas mingled by a mother ' s baud to cheer her parting boy .