Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so, An', fact, it don't smell very strong; I'm an eclectic; ez to choosin' 'Twixt this an' thet, I'm plaguy lawth; Ez preudunt statesmun say, who've planned A way to git the most profusion O' chances ez to ware they'll stand. Ez fer the war, I go agin it, I mean to say I kind o' du' Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it, The best way wuz to fight it thru ; Sometimes upon a powder-cart. About thet darned Proviso matter I never hed a grain o' doubt, Nor I aint one my sense to scatter Ez to the answerin' o' questions, Fer the holl country, an' the ground I don't appruve o' givin' pledges; Thet preudunt farmers don't turn out,- Ez to the slaves, there's no confusion Do I own any? Of my merit On thet pint you yourself may jedge; All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge. Ez to my principles, I glory In hevin' nothin' o' the sort; I'm jest a candidate, in short; P. S. Ez we're a sort o' privateerin', O' course, you know, it's sheer an' sheer, An' there is sutthin' wuth your hearin' I'll mention in your privit ear ; Ef you git me inside the White House, Your head with ile I'll kin' o''nint By gittin' you inside the Lighthouse Down to the eend o' Jaalam Pint. An' ez the North hez took to brustlin' An' give our side a harnsome boost.- An' leaves me frontin' South by North. THE THREE BLACK CROWS. Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand, But you I have it from good hands, and so may you.' But, by the bye, 'twas two black crows, not three.' Resolved to trace so wond'rous an event, Whip to the third the virtuoso went. 'Sir,' and so forth,- Why, yes; the thing in fact, Though, in regard to number, not exact?' 'Where may I find him?'-' Why, in such a place.' Away goes he, and having found him out, Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt.' Then to his last informant he referr'd, And begg'd to know if true what he had heard. 'Did you, Sir, throw up a black crow?'-' Not I.' Bless me! how people propagate a lie! Black crows have been thrown up, three, two, and one And here, I find, all comes at last to none ! 'Did you say nothing of a crow at all?' 'Crow-crow, perhaps I might, now I recall The matter over.' 'And pray, Sir, what was't?' 'Why, I was horrid sick, and at the last I did throw up, and told my neighbour so, Something that was as black, Sir, as a crow!' THE FARMER AND THE COUNSELLOR. A COUNSEL in the Common Pleas, In a late cause resolved to hoax |