Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells-1“You want to see my Pa, I s'pose ?". All is, he could n't love 'em.

“Wal .... no.... I come da

signin'” But long o' her his veins 'ould run

To see my Ma ? She 's sprinklin All crinkly like curled maple,

clo'es The side she breshed felt full o' sun

Agin to-morrer's i'nin'.” Ez a south slope in Ap'il.

To say why gals acts so or so,

Or don't, 'ould be presumin';
She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Mebby to mean yes an' say no
Ez hisn in the choir ;

Comes nateral to women.
My! when he made Ole Hunderd ring,
She knowed the Lord was nigher. He stood a spell on one foot fust,

Then stood a spell on t' other,
An' she'd blush scarlit, right in prayer,

An' on which one he felt the wust When her new meetin'-bunnet

| He could n't ha' told ye nuther. Felt somehow thru' its crown a pair O' blue eyes sot upun it.

Says he, “I'd better call agin”;

Says she, “ Think likely, Mister":

Thet last word pricked him like a pin, Thet night, I tell ye, she looked some!

An' .... Wal, he up an' kist her. She seemed to 've gut a new soul, For she felt sartin-sure he'd come, When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Down to her very shoe-sole.

Huldy sot pale ez ashes,

All kin' o'smily roun' the lips She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu,

An' teary roun' the lashes. A-raspin' on the scraper, —

For she was jes' the quiet kind All ways to once her feelins flew

Whose naturs never vary, Like sparks in burnt-up paper.

Like streams that keep a summer mind

Snowhid in Jenovary.
He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,
Some doubtrie o' the sekle.

The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued His heart kep goin' pity-pat,

Too tight for all expressin', But hern went pity Zekle.

Tell mother see how metters stood,

An' gin 'em both her blessin'. An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk

Then her red come back like the tide Ez though she wished him furder, Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' on her apples kep' to work,

An' all I know is they was cried Parin' away like murder.

In meetin' come nex' Sunday.

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manuscripts which have been submitted to

my literary judgment (though an epick in BIRDOFREDUM SAWIN, ESQ., TO twenty-four books on the “Taking of JerMR. HOSEA BIGLOW.

icho" might, save for the prudent fore

| thought of Mrs. Wilbur in secreting the LETTER FROM THE REVEREND HOMER WIL- same just as I had arrived beneath the walls

BUR, M. A., ENCLOSING THE EPISTLE and was beginning a catalogue of the various AFORESAID.

horns and their blowers, too ambitiously

emulous in longanimity of Homer's list of JAALAM, 15th Nov., 1861.

have rendered frustrato

any hope I could entertain vacare Misis It is not from any idle wish to obtrude for the small remainder of my days), but my humble person with undue prominence only the further to secure myself against upon the publick view that I resume my any imputation of unseemly forthputting. pen upon the present occasion. Juniores I will barely subjoin, in this connexion, un labores. But having been a main in- that, whereas Job was left to desire, in the strument in rescuing the talent of my young soreness of his heart, that his adversary parishioner from being buried in the ground, had written a book, as perchance misanby giving it such warrant with the world thropically wishing to indite a review thereas could be derived from a name already of, yet was not Satan allowed so far to tempt widely known by several printed discourses him as to send Bildad, Eliphaz, and Zophar (all of which I may be permitted without each with an unprinted work in his wallet immodesty to state have been deemed to be submitted to his censure. But of this worthy of preservation in the Library of enough. Were I in need of other excuse, Harvard College by my esteemed friend | I might add that I write by the express deMr. Sibley), it seemed becoming that I sire of Mr. Biglow himself, whose entire should not only testify to the genuineness winter leisure is occupied, as he assures me, of the following production, but call atten- in answering demands for autographs, a tion to it, the more as Mr. Biglow had so labor exacting enough in itself, and egrelong been silent as to be in danger of abso-giously so to him, who, being no ready penlute oblivion. I insinuate no claim to any man, cannot sign so much as his name with. share in the authorship (vix ea nostra voco) out strange contortions of the face (his nose, of the works already published by Mr. even, being essential to complete success) Biglow, but merely take to myself the and painfully suppressed Saint-Vitus-dance credit of having fulfilled toward them the of every muscle in his body. This, with office of taster (experto crede), who, having his having been put in the Commission of first tried, could afterward bear witness the Peace by our excellent Governor (O, si (credenzen it was aptly named by the Ger- sic omnes !) immediately on his accession mans), an office always arduous, and some- to office, keeps him continually employed. times even dangerous, as in the case of those | Haud i devoted persons who venture their lives in years written myself J. P., and being not the deglutition of patent medicines (dolus seldom applied to for specimens of my chilatet in generalibus, there is deceit in the rography, a request to which I have somemost of them) and thereafter are wonder- times over weakly assented, believing as I fully preserved long enough to append their do that nothing written of set purpose can signatures to testimonials in the diurnal properly be called an autograph, but only and hebdomadal prints. I say not this as those unpremeditated sallies and lively runcovertly glancing at the authors of certain nings which betray the fireside Man instead of the hunted Notoriety doubling on his / gerous on a full stomach, no less so is pursuers. But it is time that I should be writing on a full reputation. Beset as he think me of St. Austin's prayer, libera me a has been on all sides, he could not refrain, meipso, if I would arrive at the matter in and would only iniprecate patience till he han.


shall again have "got the hang" (as he Moreover, I had yet another reason for calls it) of an accomplishment long disused. taking up the pen myself. I am informed The letter of Mr. Sawin was received some that the Atlantic Monthly is mainly in- time in last June, and others have followed debted for its success to the contributions which will in due season be submitted to and editorial supervision of Dr. Holmes, the publick. How largely his statements whose excellent * Annals of America ” oc- are to be depended on, I more than merely cupy an honored place upon my shelves. dubitate. He was always distinguished for The journal itself I have never seen ; but if a tendency to exaggeration, - it might althis beso, it might seem that the recommen: most be qualified by a stronger term. For. dation of a brother-clergyman (though par titer mentire, aliquid haret, seemed to be magis quam similis) should carry a greater his favourite rule of rhetorick. That he weight. I suppose that you have a de- is actually where he says he is the postpartment for historical lucubrations, and mark would seem to confirm ; that he was should be glad, if deemed desirable, to for- received with the publick demonstrations ward for publication my “Collections for he describes would appear consonant with the Antiquities of Jaalam," and my (now what we know of the habits of those rehappily complete) pedigree of the Wilbur gions ; but further than this I venture not family from its fons et origo, the Wild Boar to decide. I have sometimes suspected a of Ardennes. Withdrawn from the active vein of humor in him which leads him to duties of my profession by the settlement I speak by cont

it sinc in the unof a colleague-pastor, the Reverend Jedu. restrained intercourse of private life, I have thun Hitchcock, formerly of Brutus Four. never observed in him any striking powers Corners, I might find time for further con- of invention, I am the more willing to put tributions to general literature on similar a certain qualified faith in the incidents and topicks. I have made large advances to the details of life and manners which give wards a completer genealogy of Mrs. Wil to his narratives some portion of the interbur's family, the Pilcoxes, not, if I know my. est and entertainment which characterizes self, from any idle vanity, but with the sole a Century Sermon. desire of rendering myself useful in my day It may be expected of me that I should and generation. Nulla dies sine lined. I say something to justify myself with the inclose a meteorological register, a list of world for a seeming inconsistency with my the births, deaths, and marriages, and a well-known principles in allowing my few memorabilia of longevity in Jaalam youngest son to raise a company for the East Parish for the last half-century. war, a fact known to all through the me. Though spared to the unusual period of dium of the publick prints. I did reason more than eighty years, I find no diminu- with the young man, but expellas naturam tion of my faculties or abatement of my furcâ, tamen usque recurrit. Having mynatural vigor, except a scarcely sensible self been a chaplain in 1812, I could the decay of memory and a necessity of recur- less wonder that a man of war had sprung ring to younger evesight or spectacles for from my loins. It was, indeed, grievous the finer print in Cruden. It would gratify to send my Benjamin, the child of my old me to make some further provision for de age; but after the discomfiture of Manasclining years from the emoluments of my sas, I with my own hands did buckle on literary labors. I had intended to effect his armour, trusting in the great Coman insurance on my life, but was deterred forter and Commander for strength accord. therefrom by a circular from one of the of- ing to my need. For truly the memory fices, in which the sudden death of so large of a brave son dead in his shroud were a proportion of the insured was set forth a greater staff of my declining years than as an inducement, that it seemed to me a living coward (if those may be said to little less than a tempting of Providence. have lived who carry all of themselves Neque in summd inopia levis esse senectus into the grave with them), though his potest, ne sapienti quidem.

days might be long in the land, and he ig Mr. Biglow; and so should get much goods. It is not till our much seemed needful (brevis esse laboro) earthen vessels are broken that we find by way of preliminary, after a silence of and truly possess the treasure that was fourteen years. He greatly fears lest he laid up in them. Migravi in animam may in this essay have fallen below him- meam, I have sought refuge in my owr: sell, well knowing that, if exercise be dan- soul ; nor would I be shamed by the

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