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heathen comedian with his Nequam illud | An' it's jest money throwed away to verbum, bene vult, nisi bene facit. During put the emptins in : our dark days, I read constantly in the in- But thet's wut folks wun't never larn; spired book of Job, which I believe to con
they dunno how to go, tain more food to maintain the fibre of the
Arter you want their room, no more 'n soul for right living and high thinking |
a bullet-headed beau : than all pagan literature together, though | I would by no means vilipend the study of 1 Ther' 's ollers chaps a-hangin' roun' thot the classick. There I read that Job said I can't see peatime 's past, in his despair, even as the fool saith in his Mis'ble as roosters in a rain, heads heart there is no God,- The tabernacles down an' tails half-mast : of robbers prosper, and they that provoke It ain't disgraceful bein' beat, when & God are secure." (Job xii. 6.) But I holl nation doos it, sought farther till I found this Scripture | But Chance is like an amberill. - it also, which I would have those perpend |
don't take twice to lose it. who have striven to turn our Israel aside to the worship of strange gods : -“If I did despise the cause of my man-servant | I spose you 're kin' o' cur'ous, now, to or of my maid-servant when they contended
know why I hain't writ. with me, what then shall I do when God Wal. I've ben where a litt'ry taste riseth up ? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?" (Job xxxi. 13, 14.) |
don't somehow seem to git On this text I preached a discourse on the
Th' encouragement a feller 'd think, last day of Fasting and Humiliation with
thet 's used to public schools, general acceptance, though there were not An' where sech things ez paper 'n' ink wanting one or two Laodiceans who said air clean agin the rules : that I should have waited till the President A kind o' vicyvarsy house, built dreffle announced his policy. But let us hope strong an' stout, and pray, remembering this of Saint Greg. So's 't honest people can't get in, ner ory, Vult Deus rogari, vull cogi, vult qua t' other sort git out, dam importunitate vinci.
An' with the winders so contrived, We had our first fall of snow on Friday
you 'd prob’ly like the view last. Frosts have been unusually back ward this fall. A singular circumstance
Better alookin' in than out, though it occurred in this town on the 20th October,
seems sing'lar, tu; in the family of Deacon Pelatiah Tinkham: | But then the landlord sets by ye, can't On the previous evening, a few moments bear ye out o' sight, before family prayers,
And locks ye up ez reg'lar ez an outside
door at night.
[The editors of the Atlantic find it necessary here to cut short the letter of their This world is awfle contrary: the rope valued correspondent, which seemed cal. may stretch your neck culated rather on the rates of longevity in Thet mebby kep' another chap frum Jaalam than for less favored localities. washin off a wreck ; They have every encouragement to hope An' you may see the taters grow in one that he will write again.]
poor feller's patch, With esteem and respect,
| So small no self-respectin' hen thet val. Your obedient servant, HOMER WILBUR, A. M.
lied time 'ould scratch, M. So small the rot can't find 'em out, an'
then agin, nex' door, It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I Ez big ez wut hogs drean on when hain't writ no letters,
they 're 'most too fat to snore. An' ther''s gret changes hez took place But groutin' ain't no kin' o' use ; an' ef in all polit'cle metters;
the fust throw fails, Some canderdates air dead an' gone, an' Why, up an' try agin, thet 's all, -- the some hez ben defeated,
coppers ain't all tails ; Which ʼmounts to pooty much the same ; ! Though I hev seen 'em when I thought fer it's ben proved repeated
|_ they hed n't no more head A betch of bread thet hain't riz once Than d sarve a nussin' Brigadier thet ain't goin' to rise agin,
gits some ink to shed.