Harper's weekly . ffiP£OFMmre»vo cf^pv:^^^ r r^SsJ-5. Vol. XI.—No. 525.] NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JANUARY 19, 1867. r SIN&LE COPIES TEN CENTS.L.SH.0O PER VEAK IN ADVANCE. Entered according to Art of Congres.., id the Ira 1*.. In- Harper * Brother., . < 1.tIP urn.. .,| ih. 1, i i ,„„, ,„, ,|„. s.,„ Ill 1,1 Y„ v,„|,. SKATING AT THE PAKE. A DAY Fifth Avenue bcllo am I, As proud os Lucifer some folks think;But they never saw lire upon my skates, Ah! thai 1.. me i, Ihe best of aport.Out at the Park on a clear, cold day, A prettier -ierlil were nowhere found prom beginning to end of all Broadway. Sw
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Harper's weekly . ffiP£OFMmre»vo cf^pv:^^^ r~ r^SsJ-5. Vol. XI.—No. 525.] NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JANUARY 19, 1867. r SIN&LE COPIES TEN CENTS.L.SH.0O PER VEAK IN ADVANCE. Entered according to Art of Congres.., id the Ira 1*.. In- Harper * Brother., . < 1.tIP urn.. ., | ih. 1, i i , „„, , „, , |„. s., „ Ill 1, 1 Y„ v, „|, . SKATING AT THE PAKE. A DAY Fifth Avenue bcllo am I, As proud os Lucifer some folks think;But they never saw lire upon my skates, Ah! thai 1.. me i, Ihe best of aport.Out at the Park on a clear, cold day, A prettier -ierlil were nowhere found prom beginning to end of all Broadway. Swiftly I glide oer the glittering ice, 1 f, , l lik.< a wild sea-l.ird lllalsltiins8 • Few if any of ail the belles TAnd I laugh to scorn as I pass them by, The vain attempts of the gay young swells.Of the latest pattern my skates are made, And they grasp my feet like a vice: Oh, the air that blows through the open Park Ami while 1 skim oer the frozen pond Ab, how I pitv some folks I see 1 For theirs is u dreadful fato-IV. In.- j