A Winter Idyl. 337
Since when those early ancestors of ours
Were driven in disorace from Eden's bowers.
And wandered forth in dire dismay, afraid,
With scanty clothing from the tig-leaf made.
Has want of clothing been to man a srief,
To which a tailor only gives relief.
How happy Eve and Adam would have been
Had they the sign of Stewart Brothers seen!
Indeed, they could have asked for little more
Except to see the goods, and to explore
T. W. & J. H. Stewart's store.
The senior partner (piickly would display
Both home and foreign goods for their array.
The junior calmly would their measures take.
And in the latest style their garments make.
And is it not, to fickle fancy, food
To think of Father Adam as a dude,
And picture Eve in stylish hat and boots, In one of Stewart's " nobby " tailor suits.
They lived too manv centuries asfo,
And at a time when things were very slow,
A tailoring establishment to know. Their deprivations would drive us insane;
What was their loss has proved to be our gain. Had it not been for the primeval curse,
What use would tailor's art have been to us? The Stewarts keep the very best of stock;
For many years have they engaged in trade;
They fit one with a sack coat or a frock; And as to fit, one need not be afraid To claim their garments good as ever made.
Arrayed in suit of theirs, no man need fear To walk Fifth Avenue or down Broadway,
Or think his garments out of style or queer. The dudes on him will gaze with wild dismay. While envious looks their envy will betray. As private citizens, the Stewarts rate Among the leading people of the state; As ui)iight merchants, so wide-spread their fame. Intrinsic worth is coupled with their name. The youth, Charles Stewart, promises to be Admitted soon into their company. The cloth they use will last an age, or while
It is protected from encroaching moth.
A garment made by them is made in style;
The suit they make, a poem is in cloth.
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