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Into the horison, near the bank where repos'd Calmly in slepe the Alegaiter before spoken of,
About 60 feet was his Length (not the 'gaiter) And he was aperiently a well-proportioned snaik.
When he was all ashore he glared upon
The iland with approval, but was soon "Astonished with the view and lost to wonder' (from Wats) (For jest then he began to see the Alegaiter)
Being a nateral enemy of his'n, he worked hisself
Into a fury, also a ni position. Before the Alegaiter well could ope His eye (in other words perceive his danger)
The Snaik had enveloped his body just 19
Times with foalds voluminous and vast' (from Milton) And had tore off several scails in the confusion,
Besides squeazing him awfully into his stomoc.
Just then, by a fortinate turn in his affairs,
He ceazed into his mouth the careless tale
Of the unreflecting water-snaik! Grown desperate
He, finding that his tale was fast squesed
Terrible while they roaled all over the iland.
It was a well-conduckted Affair: no noise Disturbed the harmony of the seen, ecsept
Onet when a Wilow was snaped into by the roaling.
Eeach of the combatence hadn't a minit for holering.
So the conflick was naterally tremenjous!
But soon by grate force the tale was bit complete
Ly of; but the eggzeration was too much
For his delicate Constitootion: he felt a compression Onto his chest and generally over his body;
When he ecspress'd his breathing, it was with
Grate difficulty that he felt inspired again onct more.
Of course this State must suffer a revolootion.
So the Alegaiter give but one yel, and egspired. The water-snaik realed hisself off, & survay'd
For say 10 minits, the condition of His fo: then wondering what made his tail hurt,
He sloly went off for to cool." GEORGE H. DERBY.
THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE, OR THE WONDERFUL “ONEHOSS-SHAY."
A LOGICAL STORY.
HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay,
That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day,
FIRST OF NOVEMBER,
A general flavor of mild decay,
Had made it so like in every part That there wasn't a chance for one to start.
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills,
And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
And the panels just as strong as the floor, And the whippletree neither less nor
more, And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out!
First of November, Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive.
Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hossshay. Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. — Off went they.
The Parson was working his Sunday's text,
Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed
For she was jes' the quiet kind
Like streams that keep a summer mind
Snowhid in Jenooary.
The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued
Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, And gin 'em both her blessin'.
Then her red come back like the tide
I'm sitting alone by the fire,
Is wasting an hour on you.
A dozen engagements I've broken;
They say he'll be rich, when he
But goodness! what nonsense I'm writing!
(Mamma says my taste still is low,)
Good-night, here's the end of my
- if the longitude
For maybe, while wasting my taper, Your sun's climbing over the trees. But know, if you haven't got riches, And are poor,dearest Joe, and all that, That my heart's somewhere there in the ditches,