The New England Weekly Review

For the New-England Weekly Review.

"THE GOOD OLD TIMES," NO. 2.

I wish the fashions were the same
As thirty years ago,
I can't imagine what can make
The tailors change them so :

When I was in my youth I made
A coat of homespun do,
And thought it very fine to have
My hair tied in a queue.

And in those days--our breeches were
All buckled at the knee.
And silver buckles would ensure
The best of company ;

Our beavers were of comely shape,
And kept off sun and rain.--
Oh how I wish those broad brimmed hats
Would come in vogue again.

I'm troubled with a half a yard
Of cloth about my feet;
My coat is made so very small,
The laps will hardly meet;

Tight knees are all the fashion now,
And shoes must have square toes;--
Where Fashion will arrive at last,
The tailor only knows.

The dandies of the present day,
Have watch chains all of gold,
You'd think their monstrous pocket book
Was filled with wealth untold !

My father wore a silver watch
And eke a good steel chain,
And well I recollect his strait
Old pewter headed cane.

He owned a large and thrifty farm
Of wood and meadow land,
And always had a plenty of
The dollar coins on hand:--

I guess some dashy friends of mine,
Would find it rather hard,
To pay for coats they're wearing now,
At "Two pounds ten per yard."

But as for me, I wish I had
My silver dollars back,
I'd recollect my father's ways,
And tread the same old track;

I'd never do as I have done,
Risk hundreds on a bet,
Nor be obliged so oft to cry,
"Clean pockets here to let."

OBED.