Classic Poem

ON THE REOPENING OF A TRUST COMPANY .

Break , break, break,
On thy " Old Lake Shore, " T. C.,
Then resume and take down thy shutter,
But not, if you please, for me.

Oh, well for the Orphan Boy
That they shell out the swag to-day!
Oh, well for the Lady in Black
That again they 've concluded to pay!

And the wise old noodles go on
Discounting most any one's bill;
And it may be the touch of a varnished hand
Is busy again at the till!

Break, break, break! —
You are open again, I see;
But the bouquet that clings to a dog that was dead
Is not aromatic to me!