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XXIX. VISIT TO THE COTTON FACTORIES.
[Manufacturers' and Farmers' Journal.
DID you ever go down to Pawtucket?
What a whirling and splashing! I never
And then that 'ere up and down river,
By George! what a nation of spindles !
Our factory! I vow, 'tis a smasher!
You might put our house here right up on it
I walked round a while, and went in it,
Confound it. You never could hear there.
1 snore! why it does beat all nature !
And then, such great piles of spun cotton!
By jings! if my eyes had not seen it,
I would not believe it, I swow!
XXX. VISIT TO UNCLE SAM'S THANKSGIVING..
DID you ever go up to thanksgiving?
What a darn'd sight of 'lasses it takes.
By jolly! what desput great chickens!
Gaul darn it! how mealy and fat!
I could not get one in my hat.
My stars! what a thundering great pie!
I snuggers! I'll eat a whole mess.
And see what a big gob of plums!
'Od rot it! how it sticks to my gums!
Jumps up and down like a grasshopper!
I don't 'spose the divil can stop her.
By the powers of mud! how they blow it,
I'd kick up a bobbery, I vow.
XXXI. EZEKIEL AND THE DEACON.
To see how one thing with another chimes;
Suppose we try it now. One ASA STOKES,
He was the deacon of the parish,
And had the overseeing
Of some small matters, such as the ringing
>Twas in December, if my memory's right,
'Twas cold enough to make a Russian shiver. I think, I never
Colder than this : in faith, it was a blue one !
A real Lapland night. Good Lord! how cold 'twas,
Who, very often, used to get quite mellow;
Of whom, the deacon always used to speak ill;
On deacon Stokes:
To show on
What terms he stood, among the women folks,
It came to pass, that on the night I spake of,
Of the merry-making
Of some good fellows there, whose sole employment Was, in all kinds of weather,
On every night,
"By early candle light,” To get together.
Reading the papers, smoking pipes, and chewing; Telling “ long yarns,” and pouring down the ruin.
"Pretty well corned," and "up to any thing,"
Much lighter than a feather;
With a light soul
That spurned the freezing weather;
And with a head
Ten times as light as either;
And a purse, perhaps as light as all together
On went Ezekiel, with a great expansion
Until he brought
Up, at a post before the deacon's mansion.
With one arm round the post, awhile he stood,
In thoughtful mood;
Rap, rap, rap, rap, went deacon Stokes's knocker,
Rap, rap, rap, rap,-my conscience! how they keep
The deacon, then, began to be alarmed;
And, in amazement,
Threw up the casement,
And, with cap on head,
Demanded what the cause was of this riot,
"Quite cool, this evening, deacon Stokes," replied The voice below. "Well, well sir, what's the matter? "Quite chilly, deacon, how your teeth do chatter !" "You vagabond, a pretty time you've chosen To show your wit; for I am almost frozen.
Be off; or I'll come down and put the lash on❞— "Why, bless you, deacon; don't be in a passion." "Twas all in vain
To speak again;
For, with the deacon's threat about the lash,
Rap, rap, rap, rap, the knocker went again;
And neither of them was a very light rap-
"Very cold weather, deacon Stokes, to night."
Give you a warming; and should serve you right;
When I've come here
In this severe
Night, which is cold enough to kill a horse,
Upon a very difficult and nice
Question :-now, Lord bless you,
"Well, well, out with it-if it must be so. Be quick about it.
I'm very cold.”
"Well, deacon, I don't doubt it.
In a few words the matter can be told.
XXXII. POWERS OF RHYME.
PEOPLE don't commonly discern
The difference 'twixt POETRY and RHYME:
No two words shall together chime.
Clinking, like handsful of new dimes,
Some folks, new words will manufacture,
The name of my French friend, Piemont,