Author: Major Henry Livingston

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The […]

The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. But […]

On this thy natal day permit a friend – A brother – with thy joys his own to blend: In […]

E v’ry grace in her combine, L ove and truth and friendship join, I n one source without reserve, Z […]

Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It’s ripe, no […]