Let them sing of bright red gold;

Let them sing of silver fair;

Sing of all that's on the earth,

All that's in the air;

All that's in the sunny air,

All that's in the sea;

And I'll sing a song as rare,

Of the apple-tree!

The red-bloomed apple-tree;

The red-cheeked apple-tree;

That's the tree for you and me,

The ripe, rosy apple-tree!

Learned men have learned books,

Which they ponder night and day;

Easier leaves than theirs I read,—

Blossoms pink and white;

Blossom-leaves all pink and white,

Wherein I can see

Charactered, as clear as light,

The old apple-tree;

The gold-cheeked apple-tree;

The red-streaked apple-tree;

All the fruit that groweth on

The ripe, rosy apple-tree!

Winter comes, as winter will,

Bringing dark days, frost and rime;

But the apple is in vogue

At the Christmas-time;

At the merry Christmas-time

Folks are full of glee;

Then they bring out apples prime,

Of the primest tree;

Then you the roast apple see,

While they toast the apple-tree,

Singing, with a jolly chime,

Of the brave old apple-tree!

R.M. is also engaged in publishing Toys for Children, suitable for Presents for Teachers and Parents, who will find a larger assortment of Toys and Children's Books, at his Store, that at any other place in the State, and on the most liberal terms.