· XXIX. VISIT TO THE COTTON FACTORIES. [Manufacturers' and Farmers' Journal. Providence.] DID you ever go down to Pawtucket? What a whirling and splashing! I never And then that 'ere up and down river, You might put our house here right up on it I walked round a while, and went in it, Confound it. You never could hear there. I believe you might stay a full year there, 1 snore! why it does beat all nature! And then, such great piles of spun cotton! By jings! if my eyes had not seen it, I would not believe it, I swow! XXX. VISIT TO UNCLE SAM'S THANKSGIVING.. [Observer. Brooklyn.] DID you ever go up to thanksgiving? By jolly! what desput great chickens! I never did see such, I swan ! And then there's the gravy and tatur, My stars! what a thundering great pie ! 'Od rot it! how it sticks to my gums! By the powers of mud! how they blow it, Oh I wish I knew how to go it, I'd kick up a bobbery, I vow. XXXI. EZEKIEL AND THE DEACON. [Farmers' and Manufacturers' Journal. Providence.] THERE'S Something very curious in the manner In which you can twist words into rhymes, Single and double; To see how one thing with another chimes; Much trouble. Suppose we try it now. One ASA STOKES, He was the deacon of the parish, And had the overseeing Of some small matters, such as the ringing >Twas in December, if my memory's right, 'Twas cold enough to make a Russian shiver. I think, I never Knew one Colder than this: in faith, it was a blue one! As by the Almanack, foretold 'twas, A real Lapland night. Good Lord! how cold 'twas, Who, very often, used to get quite mellow ; Of whom, the deacon always used to speak ill; On deacon Stokes: To show on What terms he stood, among the women folks, It came to pass, that on the night I spake of, By partaking Of the merry-making And enjoyment Of some good fellows there, whose sole employment Was, in all kinds of weather, On every night, "By early candle light," To get together. Reading the papers, smoking pipes, and chewing; Telling" long yarns," and pouring down the ruin. "Pretty well corned,” and “ up to any thing," Drunk as a lord, and happy as a king, “Blue as a razor” from his midnight revel, Not fearing muskets, women, or the devil; Much lighter than a feather; With a light soul That spurned the freezing weather; And with a head Ten times as light as either; And a purse, perhaps as light as all together On went Ezekiel, with a great expansion Of thought, Until he brought Up, at a post before the deacon's mansion. With one arm round the post, awhile he stood, With one eye turned Up towards the window, where, Face, and a grave, mysterious Rap, rap, rap, rap, went deacon Stokes's knocker, Rap, rap, rap, rap,—my conscience! how they keep And, in amazement, Threw up the casement, And, with cap on head, Offiery red, Demanded what the cause was of this riot, "Quite cool, this evening, deacon Stokes," replied - Be off; or I'll come down and put the lash on”. To speak again; For, with the deacon's threat about the lash, Down went the sash. Rap, rap, rap, rap, the knocker went again; And neither of them was a very light rap Thump, thump, against the door went 'Zekiel's cane, And that, once more, brought deacon Stokes's night cap. “Very cold weather, deacon Stokes, to night.” "Begone, you vile, Insolent dog; or I'll Give you a warming; and should serve you right; -You villain, it is time to end your hoax." "Why, bless your soul and body, deacon Stokes, Don't be so cross; When I've come here In this severe Night, which is cold enough to kill a horse, For your advice Upon a very difficult and nice Question :-now, Lord bless you, Deacon, do make haste and dress you." "Well, well, out with it-if it must be so. Be quick about it. I'm very cold." "Well, deacon, I don't doubt it. In a few words the matter can be told. Deacon, the case is this:—I want to know, What time GREEN PEAS will be along next year ??? XXXII. POWERS OF RHYME. [Inquirer. Nantucket.] PEOPLE don't commonly discern The difference 'twixt POETRY and RHYME: By master geniuses—and yet No two words shall together chime. Harmoniously, without a grain of jingle; Clinking, like handsful of new dimes, Some folks, new words will manufacture, |