Now, bein' born in Middlesex, you | Starts out the tents an' booths o' Putknow, nam's lines; Wal, neighbor, tell us wut 's turned up thet 's new? You 're younger 'n I be, -nigher Boston, tu: An' down to Boston, ef you take their showin', Wut they don't know ain't hardly wuth the knowin'. There's sunthin' goin' on, I know: las' night The British sogers killed in our gret fight (Nigh fifty year they hed n't stirred nor spoke) Made sech a coil you 'd thought a dam hed broke: In Cap'n Wilkes's readin' o' the law: (They make all laws, you know, an' so, o' course, It's nateral they should understan' their force :) He'd oughto ha' took the vessel into port, An' hed her sot on by a reg'lar court; I don't know hardly ef it's good or She was a mail-ship, an' a steamer, tu, bad, THE BRIDGE. An' thet, they say, hez changed the pint o' view, At wust, it can't be wus than wut we've Coz the old practice, bein' meant for had. sails, Ef tried upon a steamer, kind o' fails; You may take out despatches, but you mus' n't Take nary man |