^^8 A Wi)itcr Idyl.
But when from clotlies to liiglier things we soar,
And look about to cultivate the mind, We straightway visit E. C. Eastman's store, And books and books of every sort and kind Upon his shelves in great profusion find. Some books for children, some for scholars gray.
Some filled with mirth, and some with ancient lore» Some filled with science grave, some sad, some gay,
Some classics written for all time, but more But fated to be read and thrown away When they have served their purpose for a day.
And Mr. Eastman, with a smiling face. His large and handsome stock with pride displays : He is the genial genius of the place, Attends to all with never-failing grace. And never an impatient haste betrays, For well he knows politeness always pays. A perfect store it is in every part.
And justly held in very high esteem- Its walls and ceiling in the highest art : With all its many beauties it does seem The consummation of a bookworm's dream. The store, however, should be seen by all ;
Its many beauties one cannot narrate ; From every person it should have a call. For many critics do not hesitate To call the store the finest in the state. Here meet the people who to books incline,— The studious maiden, and her brother, too. The lawyer, student, and the grave divine, All who in literary circles shine ;
The stately judge, and teachers not a few. And lovely ladies who wear stockings blue. Aside from books, in Mr. Eastman's line Are pens and jiencils, stationery fine, Penholders, inkstands, diaries cheap or nice, A thousand things of queer, unique device, All offered at a fair and honest price. The parent fond should see this rich display Some weeks before the conung Christmas day. Now Mr. Eastman has a well known name In every town, and in the country back, (All through the Granite State has spread his fame). The publisher of Leavitt's Almanack.
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