The following poem was published in the Saturday, November 16, 1844 edition. We post it here for the enjoyment of our readers everywhere.
A SCHOOL GIRL’S REPLY TO HER TEACHER’S ENQUIRY
-WHAT IS YOUR AGE?
My Yankee privilege I use,
And ask by way of answer,
Why, in the name of politeness,
My age, you wish to know, Sir?
I’ve gazed on summer’s glowing sun,
On winter’s starry sky, -
And just how many I have seen,
Could tell-but why should I?
As a deposite annually,
The forest-green receives,
So if my mind new stores of thought
Gained, as each year recedes,
I would have answered you in brief,
How many years have fled;
And you the trouble had been spared,
This sad excuse to read.
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