I've marked him now for many a year; I've seen his coat more rusty grow; His linen is less bright and clear, His polished pumps are on the go. Torn are, alas! his Berlin gloves-- They used to be much stronger, The waiter's whole appearance proves He can not wait much longer. I sometimes see the waiter still; 'Gainst want he wages feeble strife; He's at the bottom of the hill, Downward has been his path through life. Of "waiter, waiter," there are cries, Which louder grow and stronger; 'Tis to old Time he now replies, "Wait a little longer." [Illustration: Oliver Wendell Holmes] THE LAST APPENDIX TO "YANKEE DOODLE." PUNCH, 1851. YANKEE DOODLE sent to Town His goods for exhibition; Every body ran him down, And laugh'd at his position. They thought him all the world behind; A goney, muff, or noodle; Laugh on, good people--never mind-- Says quiet YANKEE DOODLE. Chorus.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. YANKEE DOODLE had a craft, A rather tidy clipper, And he challenged, while they laughed, The Britishers to whip her. Their whole yacht-squadron she outsped, And that on their own water; Of all the lot she went a-head, And they came nowhere arter. Chorus.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. O'er Panama there was a scheme Long talk'd of, to pursue a Short route--which many thought a dream-- By Lake Nicaragua. JOHN BULL discussed the plan on foot, With slow irresolution, While YANKEE DOODLE went and put It into execution. Chorus.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. A steamer of the COLLINS line, A YANKEE DOODLE'S notion, Has also quickest cut the brine Across the Atlantic Ocean. And British agents, no ways slow Her merits to discover, Have been and bought her--just to tow The CUNARD packets over. CHORUS.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. Your gunsmiths of their skill may crack, But that again don't mention: I guess that COLTS' revolvers whack Their very first invention. By YANKEE DOODLE, too, you're beat Downright in Agriculture, With his machine for reaping wheat, Chaw'd up as by a vulture. CHORUS.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. You also fancied, in your pride, Which truly is tarnation, Them British locks of yourn defied The rogues of all creation; But CHUBBS' and BRAMAH'S HOBBS has pick'd, And you must now be view'd all As having been completely licked By glorious YANKEE DOODLE. CHORUS.--YANKEE DOODLE, etc. LINES FOR MUSIC. PUNCH.