But the Deacon swore, (as Deacon's do,

With an "I dew vum," or an "I tell yeou,")

He would build one shay to beat the taown

'n' the keountry 'n' all the kentry raoun';

It should be so built that it couldn' break daown:

"Fur," said the Deacon, "t's mighty plain

Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain;

'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest

T' make that place uz strong uz the rest."

Last of its timber, they couldn't sell 'em,

Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips,

Their blunt ends frizzled like celerytips;

Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide;

Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide

Found in the pit when the tanner died.

That was the way he "put her through.".

"There!" said the Deacon, “ she'll dew!"

naow

He stood a spell on one foot fust,

Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye nuther.

Says he, "I'd better call agin;"

Says she, "Think likely, Mister;" That last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wal, he up an' kist her.

When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,

Huldy sot pale ez ashes,
All kin' o' smily roun' the lips
An' teary roun' the lashes.

yet. They say he'll be rich, when he grows up,

And then he adores me indeed.
And you,sir,are turning your nose up,
Three thousand miles off, as you read.

"And how do I like my position?" "And what do I think of New York?"

"And now, in my higher ambition, With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?" "And isn't it nice to have riches, And diamonds and silks, and all that?"

"And aren't it a change to the