Daily American Organ

AMERICAN ORGAN
Autumn Payments.

"The melancholy days have come,
The saddest of the year.
When notes are due, and lengthy bills
Come in from far and near,
When, "here's a small account of yours,
Is whispered in your ear,
And won't you please to settle now,
Is all the talk you hear.
You scarce can take a morning walk,
Without ere long you're met
By Mr. Snooks, who wants to know
If you can't "settle" yet
And at the hour of "dusky eve."
When you do homeward hie,
Upon the parlor table, lo!
A pile of bills do lie.
Ye chaps, whose salary amounts
To ten times ten a year,
Who sport your patent leather boots
With such a "foreign air"
Who wear your thirteen dollar "tights,"
And golden buttoned vest
I wonder not when Autumn comes
You seek in vain for rest.
Ye girls with empty bonnets stuck
Upon your empty heads.
With high-priced silks and satin things.
With hoops, and flowers, and beads—
I wonder what "papa" will say
When Mr. Spriggins calls
With just that "little bill" of his
For bonnets, hoops and shawls.
And now my stylish little chap
And fashionable little maid,
I'll tell you what you'd better do,
When those long bills are paid,
Just spend as many dollars now
Upon your addled brain
As you have spent for costly clothes
And see how much you'll gain.

From the Augusta (Georgia) Chronicle
Mr. Yancey's Impotent Defence.