Christmas Holidays
Along the Woodford road there comes a noiseOf wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaiseStruggles along, drawn by a pair of bays,With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys,Who ever and anon declare their joysWith trumping horns and juvenile huzzas,At going home to spend their Christmas days,And changing learning's pains for pleasure's toys.Six weeks elapse, and down the Woodford wayA heavy coach drags six more heavy souls,But no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray,The carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls,And little boys walk in as dull and mumAs six new scholars to the Deaf and Dumb!
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