A WINTER IDYL.
When now the frosts of autumn warning give
Of winter's near approach, the matrons brave, Who in our bleak New Engkind chance to live.
Prepare to meet the winter's frigid wave By purchasing and buying up in time The proper clothing for our northern clime. To people poor comes up the question grave Where they can purchase, and a dollar save ; The prudent matron somehow must contrive To make four dollars take the place of five. She takes her pocket-book and goes down street, And meets acquaintances with smiles and nod; With wisdom she connuences with the feet.
For first of all her family must be shod. To Thompson's bootstore she will straightway go, Where she can buy her boots, at prices low, And shoes and slippers, rubbers for the feet, Of every kind, the ugly ones or neat. For peojile all about the city know
That for low prices he cannot be beat. He carries on his shelves the largest stock, While cost and price have lately reached bed-rock. He keeps the neatest and the coarsest kind : The cheapest and the best with him you find, — The proper boot to follow after plow, The fitting thing to grace a ball-room bow. The nattiest thing to w^ear upon the street, Indeed all proper cov'ring for the feet. And Mr. Thompson, like an artist true. Will one advise the proper thing to do. And help one choose the proper boot or shoe. The customer will find it very nice To have assistance and the right advice. And know he can on Thompson's word depend, And get its worth for all that he may spend. He wants your custom, and will tr}^ to suit With French kid slipper or with cow-hide boot ; He wants the people all about to know That nowhere else are prices quite so low. An invitation he extends to all In need of boots or shoes on him to call. And see his prices and his goods this fall.
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