While Politicians rave and shout

About the laws they've made,

Old Father Time the years blots out,

And leaves them in the shade.

But at this festive season, all

Who wish to make life merry

Should drink the health of great and small

With whisky, beer or sherry.

By patronising the Prince of Wales,

The Wellington or the Rose.

Their liquors and their sparkling ales.

Are the host that e'er were chose:

Now people differ very much

As to what true happiness is —

Some don't go in for drinking,

Not even gold-top fizz.

Then visit Green for Boston Cream

Which he declares the best,

Or drink of Sloane's aerated stream

Outrivalling all the rest.

You can be suited too, I know

With groceries galore

By going down to Tuxford's show—

The best and "Cheapest" store.

Then there's Spencer's brand-new -shop,

And Hands' across the way,

Where everything is kept tip-top,

And very cheap they say.

Hayward, too, has just rebuilt

His old-established store,

Which, when complete, will he replete

With goods for rich and poor.

M. Hay and Son are on the spot

And say they'll treat you well;

And if the "spons" you haven't got,

They're just as pleased to sell.

There's also Weiss, the Bushman's friend

With a very large array,

Just call and see — you won't offend —

He's giving things away.

There's E. M. Clarke's in Stirling-street,

And Naylor's well-known store.

Neither house can well be beat

On Koombanah's sandy shore.

And Brashaw, too, has Christmas cakes-

The primest you may bet —

He bread and small goods also bakes;

The best that one get.

For Ladies' men's and children's boots,

Prosser takes the cake.

And Devenporte he sells the best

Good workmanship can make.

The primest beef — and mutton too —

At Ramsay's for the wealthy;

And Atkins meat, for boil or stew,

Will make you strong and healthy.

And if you wish to well-dressed be:

Of tailors we have two.

Sharpe or Marshall you should see —

They'll make a toff of you.

And now I'll tell you where to stop

For tobacco or a shave —

Try Egglestone's new shop,

If you would money save.

If you should wish to shift your traps,

And want it done with speed —

I'll give the names of our driver chaps;

White and Reid, Sim Wenn and Teede.

You may perhaps, not feel quite well

When the Christmas week is done

The effects, perhaps, of the times you fell

Then go and see J. Emmerson.

No don't on me your vengeance wreak.

For poetry is my fad;

But take THE HERALD every week,

And Cusack will be glad.