One Day Is There Of The Series Termed Thanksgiving Day, Celebrated Part At Table, Part In Memory. Neither Patriarch Nor Pussy, I Dissect The Play; Seems It, To My Hooded Thinking, Reflex Holiday. Had There Been No Sharp Subtraction From The Early Sum, Not An Acre Or A Caption Where Was Once A Room, Not A Mention, Whose Small Pebble Wrinkled Any Bay, -- Unto Such, Were Such Assembly, 'T Were Thanksgiving Day.