┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ DECEMBER. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │Holiday joys have some alloys,— │ │ │ For many they're bitter pills, │ │ │When all the dearest _ducks_ come home │ │ │ From school, with their long _bills_, │ │ │And the noisy waits at midnight chime, │ │ │Convince you it is _Wakation_ time. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ 1│The │ │ │ │ │ │ "BOXIANA." │ │ │ 2│season's │ │ Now │ │ │ │I HATE the very name of _box_; │ │ │ 3│signs │ It fills me full of fears: │would it not│ │ │ │It 'minds me of the woes I've felt │ │ │ 4│this │ Since I was young in years. │ be better │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5│month │They sent me to a Yorkshire school, │ ⚹ ♄ ♓ ☉ ♄ │ │ │ │ Where I had many knocks; │ │ │ 6│do │For there my schoolmates _box'd_ my ears, │ │ │ │ │ Because I couldn't _box_. │ │ │ 7│greatly │ │ than such │ │ │ │I pack'd my _box_; I pick'd the locks; │ │ │ 8│vary │ And ran away to sea; │ │ │ │ │And very soon I learnt to _box_ │ │ │ 9│in │ The compass merrily. │ ☌ ♄ ♂ │ │ │ │ │ │ │10│manner │I came ashore—I call'd a coach, │ │ │ │ │ And mounted on the _box_; │ weather │ │11│too │The coach upset against a post, │ │ │ │ │ And gave me dreadful knocks. │ wisdom │ │12│that's │ │ │ │ │ │I soon got well; in love I fell, │ as this, │ │13│most │ And married Martha Cox; │ │ │ │ │To please her will, at fam'd _Box_ Hill, │ │ │14│extr'or- │ I took a country _box_. │ ☽ ☿ ♍ ♊ ♉ │