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The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Mahogany Tree, by William Makepeace Thackeray

 

 

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THE MAHOGANY TREE

William Makepeace Thackeray

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This characteristic picture of the author of "The Mahogany Tree" is reproduced from a drawing made by the distinguished illustrator, Mr. Edmund Dulac, for the cover of the menu of a dinner of the Titmarsh Club of London. It is reprinted here by Mr. Dulac's very kind permission.

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THE MAHOGANY TREE

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY

 

 

 

NEW YORK

PRIVATELY PRINTED

CHRISTMAS 1910

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The Mahogany Tree

"Some years since" said Thackeray in a public speech, "when I was younger, and used to frequent jolly assemblies, I wrote a Bacchanalian song to be chanted after dinner;" and a contemporary record has preserved a note of "the radiant gratification of his face whilst Horace Mayhew sang The Mahogany Tree, perhaps the finest and most soul-stirring of Thackeray's social songs."

In seeking a Souvenir of this Christmas season the ballad of "The Mahogany Tree" lends itself most felicitously to the present purpose which is to

"—wish you health, and love and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmas-tide."

Putting aside for an hour the affairs of a work-a-day world, let us take our places around the convivial board, on the time-stained surface of which we may find in fancy the initials of so many boon companions of other days cut deep.

It is pleasant to sport "round the stem of the jolly old tree" in congenial company, and to renew our youth at the bidding of this gracious Toastmaster, the centennial of whose birth we shall celebrate presently; the anniversary of whose death was yester-e'en.

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But while remembering that we shall be none the worse tomorrow for having been happy today, we are not permitted to forget entirely the Blue-devil Sprite that awaits the dawn. The play-spell is over; the lights are out in Vanity Fair; and here in Mr. Dulac's drawing is the leader of our Christmas Chorus as he shuts up the box and the puppets—"for our play is played out."

C. M. F.

Christmas 1910.

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THE MAHOGANY TREE

Christmas is here:
 Winds whistle shrill,
 Icy and chill,
 Little care we:
 Little we fear
 Weather without,
 Sheltered about
 The Mahogany Tree

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Once on the boughs
 Birds of rare plume
 Sang, in its bloom;
 Night-birds are we:
 Here we carouse,
 Singing like them,
 Perched round the stem
 Of the jolly old tree.

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Here let us sport,
 Boys, as we sit;
 Laughter and wit
 Flashing so free.
 Life is but short—
 When we are gone,
 Let them sing on
 Round the old tree.

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Evenings we knew,
 Happy as this;
 Faces we miss,
 Pleasant to see.
 Kind hearts and true,
 Gentle and just,
 Peace to your dust!
 We sing round the tree.

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Care, like a dun,
 Lurks at the gate:
 Let the dog wait;
 Happy we'll be!
 Drink, every one;
 Pile up the coals,
 Fill the red bowls,
 Round the old tree!

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Drain we the cup—
 Friend, art afraid?
 Spirits are laid
 In the Red Sea.
 Mantle it up;
 Empty it yet;
 Let us forget,
 Round the old tree.

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Sorrows, begone!
 Life and its ills,
 Duns and their bills,
 Bid we to flee.
 Come with the dawn,
 Blue-devil sprite.
 Leave us to-night,
 Round the old tree.

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OF THIS BOOK 200 COPIES WERE

PRINTED FOR THOMAS NAST

FAIRBANKS BY HAL MARCHBANKS

IN DECEMBER 1910

 

 

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:

There were no changes made by the transcriber.

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