But why your name should their burden be

I shouldn't like to say.

MAKING NEW YEAR'S CALLS.

Shining patent-leather,

Tie of spotless white;

Through the muddy weather

Rushing 'round till night.

Gutters all o'erflowing,

Like Niagara Falls;

Bless me! this is pleasant,

Making New Year's calls.

Rushing up the door-step,

Ringing at the bell—

"Mrs. Jones receive to-day?"

"Yes, sir." "Very well."

Sending in your pasteboard,

Waiting in the halls,

Bless me! this is pleasant,

Making New Year's calls.

Skipping in the parlour,

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